The Washington herald., 1908-08-07
THE TURN OF THE TIDE.
By HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL
By HORACE ANNESLEY VACHELL
CHAPTER XIV.

Two days later the Luna went down.
and within twenty-four hours Joy learned
that Hugo Charters had gone down with
her. she felt stunned at first. unable 10
analyze her emotions and. IN a mysteri-
Gus fashion. afraid 10 make the attempt.
She had said that the best thing which
could happen 20 such men as he was
death. and now he was dead. During the
afternoon she went alone into the forest.
a black. slender. forlorn figure. with
haunted look IN her eyes, the expression
Of a dumb creature flying from some pur-
suing terror Consciously OF subconscious-
". she traversed ground which she had
trod last with Hugo at her side. Then It
was winter. now It was summer; the sea
son. perhaps. when the Forest wears its
least attractive garb, an overwhelming
green. almost exasperatngly monotonous-
The rank growth and underground OF
trees and bushes. the lush grass. the
thickets OF fern swallowed her up
Above, the sun shone fercely IN an un-
clou6ed sky. His beams. piercing the
leaves and grass. fell vertically upon the
fertile earth. which gave forth strange
odors. rich AID enervating. IN an intoxi-
eating silence The birds were mute, and
the only sound 70 be detected by a quick
ear was the faint stirring OF the Ianguor-
Gus grasses and the bum OF insect wings
Suddenly. lowering near a fine oak tree.
she saw that rare and splendid butterfly.
a Purple Emperor. Time was when the
desire 10 capture him would have thrilled
her irresistibIy. Vow she watched his i'm
periaI progress with Indifferent eyes.
knowing that she would never chase but
terflies again She sank upon q couch OF
moss beneath a beech tree. Hugo Char
teris was dead
Upon such a day as this. when life was
rampant. the fact seemed incredible. He
had been so strong. so vigorous. so free
from all physical blemish and lnfirmlty
and because Of this the mans moral
weakness and uncleanness had revolted
her By some strange psychological proc
ess the death Of Hugo Charteris brought
to life Reginald Charters. the kindly COM
rade whom she had buried deep. whom
size had regarded as murdered. Now. so
TO speak. he rose from the dead and sat
beside her She could see his SMILE and
hear the pleasant infections Of his voice
he became the real man. the other dwin-
died and faded into an atteuuated shade
Her bitter sweet satisfaction in the
thought that through the death OF one
the other became her inalIenabls posses
sion cannot be set forth !u words. but
such an experience IS. 7 fancy. common
enough 90 al of US. The objective dies
the subjective remains ethereal q you
Ike. sUbliuated. and n a sense artificial.
but OF that very account the more truly
our own forever and ever One might 90
o
pleased 90 call substance can never be
said 20 belong 90 us because Il IS essen
tally perishabie. whereas the spirit which
Informs even household furniture. and
hideOus furniture at that. survives q con
HaErariou- Let rs cite Edward CEarterIs'
satisfaction fn the mo-srrous silver urn
turned for him into 8 thing Of beauty be-
cause his mother had always used IL
JOY lay for an hour IN the Forest Had
she been aware OF T. she was not so very
far from the hizh-iyiug moor where Hugo
had cast himself down 20 pass not one.
but three hours. IN each case. Man and
Maid were acuteIv conscious Of trrepar-
able loss but 20 the woman IN her purity
and innocence came the balm OF a life
that has lived "rneIodious DAYS" 10 HuEo.
the maddeninE. Eadfy thought that mem
ory must FOR ever be q curse instead Of e
Blessing
Next day she set about her preparations
for leaving the rectory. The au1ts aad
Sir Giles were informed that she meant 20
go abroad for q few months After her
return. the question OF where % settle
down could be determined Miss Priscilla
venrured 20 observe:
we thought az one time that you and
Esue Burgess"
That was never possible" said Joy en-
phatiCally-
We wondered az his not coming 10 the
funeral"
He wrote There was a big political
meeting somewhere quite understood "
But here she had fbbed. being sore that
the young fellow should have stayed
away. He- father had been so kind TO
him. 50 hOspitsb.e, in the old days And
Il he had come as a friend, he would
have been SO welcome
She wondered. TOO, why Frank Tisdale
held alCof. he had attended the funeral