Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1908-10-02

p8DNHrH She made no effort TO with
C81D draw her hand from Karl's.
She was completely under this SIMS
ter. dominating influence. Karl's will
seemed equally impotent He could not
shake off the mysterious obsession.
This Man was more than mere phys
zeal presence; he was part of their
very selves-the weaker, sensual i'm
pulses against which they had fought,
but which now seemed gaining the
mastery. The struggle went on III the
soul of each as Millar's voice fell me-
lodisusly on their ears:
1.-THE most important thing to you in
life is to find your proper mate. Cen
erations of conventional treatment will
try to prevent you from doing So by
pretending it is impossible. But down
in your hearts. in their depths, where
truth is not perverted by the veneer of
convention, know and you know that
It Is, the simplest thing on earth. Here
you are full OF talent and longing: her,
Is woman. beautiful. passionate
Karl made last struggle agains
the inevitable consequence of this de
mons urging, drawing Olga ava!
from him.
Il beg of you, don'tr' he cried
when l look at you l fear. Pleas,
don't speak of it. For six years W,
have lived peacefully
Say what you WILL" the soft, ever
voice persisted. Il can read you
eyes, aud they are telling me. Don
believe him. He lies" he went on t,
Olga. HE dreams of her-you-ever.
night and you of him, and he knows
1T, and you know it. All. I under
stand the language of your eyes. n,
matter what you say that little low
light in your eyes dlscredits you. re
veals your Utmost thoughts, and reat
them through"
Let me speak," Karl pleaded. "Fo
six years we have lived quietly. Il
peace. good friends, nothing else. dig
has not the least interest In me, an,
IL am quite, quite Indifferent"
ANY one who thinks Karl capabl
of base thought must be base an,
contemplate himselfr' Olga cried.
The two were almost hysterical a
ythey-stood beside each other, wardin,
off the evil that seemed to emanat
from the mysterious person who tow
erred over them from the pulpit backe,
chair. Karl held Olga's right hand Il
his. His left hand was on her shoul
der protectingly Millar spoke quickly
leaning far down toward them:
1T is not a base thought; it Is
beautiful thought, thought shedding
happiness, warmth and joy upon you
otherwise miserable lives. But happi
mess, warmth and joy have pric
THAT must be paid. He who loves win
too we'll will go to a drunkard's grave
bbut while he is drunk with wine an
gels sing to him.
Whatever the price, his happiness
IS cheaply bought. The poet sings hi
greatest song when he is about to di
and is a poor, weak human mortal t
live without wine and song and won
Ien's lips. A little stump of a candl,
Shines its brightest ere it goes out for
ever. 1t should teach you that on
glow of warmth is worth all this lif
can give. Life has no object but to b
thrown away. 1t must end. Let u
end 1t well. Let our raging passion
set fire to everything about us, burn
ing, burning, burning, until we oul
selves are reduced to ashes. Thos
who pretend otherwise are hypocrite
and liars
The two listened spellbound to thi
amazing sermon Of sin. Karl's arr
slipped down to Olga's waist. He fe
himself drawing her closer to him.
Don't be a liar" Millar urged b
eyes still burning into them: don't /