The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1907-05-09

fever Of desire 70 get to Beulah Sands.
For the last Is minutes l had with
difficulty kept him IN sight. Had he
arrived at. a decision, and II SO, what
was it? asked myself over and
over again as plowed through the
crowds. s.5
Bob went straight to Beulah Sands
Office, to mine. I had been there but
a moment when I heard deep, guttu. ]
raj groans. I listened. The sound
came louder than before. It came I
from Beulah Sands Office With a
bound I was at the open door. MY
God, the sight that met my gaze!
It haunts me even now when years
have dulled its vividness. The beauti-
full, quiet, gray figure that had grown
to be such familiar picture to Bob
and me Of late, sat at the fiat desk
In the center of the room. She faced
the door. Her elbows rested on the
desk; in her hand was an afternoon
paper that she had evidently been
reading when Bob entered. God knows
how long she had been reading it be-
fore he came. Bob was kneeling at
the side Of her chair, his hands clasp
ed and uplifted in an agony of appeal
that was supplemented by the awful
groans. His face showed unspeakable
terror and entreaty; the eyes were
bursting from their sockets and were
riveted on hers as those Of man in
a dungeon might be fixed upon an
approaching specter Of one whom he
had murdered. His chest rose and
fell, as though trying to burst some
unseen bonds that were crushing out
his life. With every breath would
come the awful groan that had first
brought me to him. Beulah Sands had
half turned her face until her eyes
gazed into Bob's with a sweet, child
lsh perplexity. I looked at her. sur
prised that one whom I had always
seen so intelligently masterful should
be passive in the face of such an.
guish. Then, horror of horrors! I
saw that there was something missing
from her great blue eyes. I looked;
gasped. Could it possibly be? With
a bound I was at her SIDE I gazed
again into those eyes which that
morning had been all that was intel
igent, all that was godlike, all that
was: human. Their soul, their life
was gone. Beulah Sands was a dead
woman; not dead in body, but in
soul; the magic spark had fed. She
was but an empty shell-a woman Of
living flesh and blood; but the cita-
del of life was empty, the mind
was gone. What had been woman
was but child. I passed my hand
across my now damp forehead I
closed my eyes and opened them
again. Bob's figure, with clasped, up
lifted hands, and bursting eyes, was
still there. There still resounded
through the room the awful cultural
groans. Beulah Sands smiled, the
smile Of an infant in the cradle. She
took one beautiful hand from the pa
per and passed it over Bobs bronzed
cheek, just as the infant touches it's
mothers face with it's chubby fingers.
In my horror almost expected to hear
the purling of babe. My eyes in their
perplexity must have wandered from
her face, for@I suddenly became aware
of great black headline spread
across the top of the paper that she
had been reading: .., 49,
FRIDAY, THE 18TH" -
* And \ beneath in one of the COL
TERRIBLE TRAGEDY in VIRGINIA"
"The Most Prominent Citizen Of the
State, ex-United States Senator and
Ex-Governor, Judge Lee Sands of
Sands Landing, While Temporarily
Insane from the Loss of His For
tune and Millions of the Funds for
Which He Was Trustee, Cut the
Throat Of His Invalid Wife, His
Daughters, and Then His Own. All
Three Died Instantly"
In another column:
"Robert BROMLEY Creates the Most
Disastrous Panic in the History of
Wall Street and Spreads Wreck and
Ruin Throughout the Country"
A hideous picture scared its every
light and shade on my mind, through
my heart, into all my soul. A fren.
zied-fnance harvest scene with it's
CORY crop; in the center one living
dead, part of the picture, yet the
ghost left to haunt the painters, one
OF whom was already covering before
the black and bloody canvas.
Well did the world-artist who wrote
over the door of the madhouse: MAN
can suffer only to the limit, then he
shall know peace" understand the
wondrous wisdom of his God. Beu.
lab Sands had gone beyond her limit
and was at peace.
The awful groaning stopped, and an
ashen pallor spread over Bob Brown
ley's face. Before l could catch him
he rolled backward upon the floor as
dead. Bob BROMLEY, too, had gone
beyond his limit. I bent over him
and lifted his head, while the sweet
woman-child knelt and covered his
face with kisses, calling in a voice
like that of tiny girl speaking to her
doll. "ROh nv ROh wakot -. ,,.,.