The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-03-18

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| fierce desire but he fought II down I'M
til only the deadened, tearing ache re-
manned to shake and loosen every
nerve. And when Ferrall, finishing
his usual batch of business letters, ar
rived to cut in II needed Siward drop
ped his cards, with a shudder, and
rose so utterly unnerved that Captain
Voucher, noticing his drawn face, ask
ed him If he were not Ill.
He was leaving on an earlier train
than the others, having decided to pass
through Boston and Deptford, at viii b
latter place he meant to leave Saga
more for the winter in care Of the
manager Of his mothers farm, so he
took a quiet leave OF those to whom
the civility might not prove an inter-
ruption. In the big hall he passed
Marion and stopped to take his leave.
No, he would do no hunting this sea-
son either at Carysford or with the
two trial packs at Eastwood. Possibly
at Warrenton Later but probably not.
Business threatened to detain him in
town more or less.
And that was all, unless he disturbed
! Sylvia, seated at cards with Quarter
and Major Belwether and Leila Nor
timer and very intent on the dummy,
very still and a trife pallid with the
pallor of concentration.
So that was all, then.
Ascending the stairs, a servant hand
ed him letter bearing the crest Of the
Lenox club. He pocketed it unopened
and continued his way
In the darkness of his own room he
sat down, the devils own clutch on his
shrinking nerves, a deathly desire tear
Ing at his very vitals and every vein a
tiny trail of fire run riot He had been
too long without IT, too long to endure
he craving aroused by that gay draft
rom Quarters loving cup.
The awakened fury Of his desire APP
2alled him. and for awhile that occu-
pied him, enabling him to endure. But
fear and dismay soon passed in the
purely physical distress. He walked
The floor, haggard. the sweat starting
On his face; he lay with clinched
hands stfrened out across the bed,
leafened by the riotous clamor of his
pulses, conscious that he was holding
out, unconscious how long he could
hold out.
He turned on the light later to look
for his pipe, and he caught glimpse
Of himself in the mirror. 1t was a
sick man who stared back at him out
Of hollow eyes and the physical revul-
sion shocked him into something re-
sembling self command
"D-n You" he said fiercely, set
ting his teeth and staring back at his
reflected face. III kill you yet be-
tore I've finished with you"
Then he filled his pipe and. opening
ais bedroom window, sat down. rest
ing his arm on the sill. \ splendid
moon silvered the sea. Through the
intense stiffness he heard the surf,
magnificently dissonant among the
reefs, and he listened, fascinated,
loathing the tides as he feared and
loathed the memorable tides that surg
I'd and ebbed with his accursed desire.
Once he said to himself weakly, for
he was deadly tired, what am l
making the fight for anyway And
who are you making the fight for?'
echoed his heavy pulses.
He had asked that question and re-
ceived that answer before. After ALL
it had been for his mothers sake
alone. And now-and now? His
heart beat out another answer, and
before his eyes two other eyes seemed
to open, fearlessly, sweetly, divinely