The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1908-05-22
CHAPTER VIII,
Continued.

continued.
81 might have known it from the first
Every one told me, as we'll as they
could, what an idiot l was making of
myself! An idiot-a cursed, headstrong
fool! am served rightly now-to have
my name mixed up in such a compli-
cation of infamy as this Pray, how
long is it''-and he stopped short, and
for the first time looked full in the
girls face-"how long is it really since
you knew all this? | should greatly
prefer hearing the whole truth now"
It:was an Infamous, coWardly speech.
AS her eyes stared up, in their helpless,
blank misery, back to his, Clifford felt
how cowardly it was; and he almost
hated her-as is common to some peo-
ple-for the injury he had done her by
such a suspicion.
"Can't you speak?" he exclaimed, as
her trembling lips parted, but brought
out no sound. do you wish to drive
me mad by putting on that air of cool
Indifference at such time as this?"
I believe it is an established rule of
art that no hero shall ever act in an
lholSdlly VI "" oAuiy
manner; and as Mehun must, Of neces
sity, BE styled the hero of this story of
Jane Grand's life-and as 1 have every
wish to transcribe the record of the
same with due regard to the Unities-
feel myself drawn in diverse direc
tions by the requirements of art, and
of what I consider to be truth, at this
particular point. Before hitting him
very hard, however, 1 would beg of
the reader, from his own knowledge of
life, to state how many men-say out
of every hundred-would shine if
placed in exactly the same position as
Clifford Mohun's?
To remain unshaken in his loyalty
under such circumstances man must
be either weak or most heroically
strong; and Mohun was neither. Pride
world respect, thirst for popularity
were, at this time especially, passion
ately strong in him; of true moral cour
age, of the higher kind of self-respect
of purpose and happiness beyond the
reach of ordinary worldly opinion, he
knew nothing. He understood one
kind of dishonor very weil-the com
mon, vulgar kind, into which he had
never had any temptation to fall; and
he loathed it and felt himself extreme
ay noble i'll giving up his en-.
gagement to Jane Grand. He went
through none of the conflicting
struggles which a man of higher ma
ture must have sustained, even while
resolving to act in precisely the same
way; and, in judging of the guilt of an
action, we must-modern ethics say
bear in mind what degree of moral re
sponsibility has to be accredited to the
actor.
To behave as heroes are expected t0
do, man must have little of the
leaven of the heroic in his composition,
and Mohun had none. He never did Il
heroic thing, or thought Il heroic
thought, or decided for any other OBJ
ject save what he conceived to be an
immediate personal advantage in his
life The episode of his youth, ton-
taining the best germ in 1t, was that
of which he was already at the closing
scene-his love Of Jane; and that i'll
this he had been unworldly was simply
owing to the fact of his being made
up of the common elements Of human
ity-a lad who could calculate while
falling in love being 4 lusus naturae of
which even this generation affords but
few specimens. The homage of so
young and tender woman as poor
Jane had made his pride succumb for
the time to personal vanity. and he
thought very highly of the victory
(speaklng of it to his own conscience
in other terms than | have done), and
had been very seriously enamored OF
James lovely face and had known as
much of the inner value of the pearl
'.worthier than all his tribe which
he was now about to cast away, as a
savage knows of the value of the
piece of gold he barters for handful
of tinseled rubbish or glass beads.
SO MUCH for Clifford Mohun as Il here
We will return TO him as the COM
monplace type Of commonplace human
cre& ture that he was.
Can you speak. Jane: Can you give
me any answer to what | have asked
Or must | really think that-that--
further shame to which his own lips
were about 10 put it by Miss Grands
rising from her seat, tottering up to his
side. and throwing her arms around
his neck. She laid her head upon his
breast and sobbcd there. (Spare her
oh. Cornclia.st was for the first an(
last time in this lifc.) She said tender
words that till this moment had never
even entered her heart to say. She be
sought him to have pity or her now
so that, at least, she might have The
recollection of his kindness, of his gen
erosity, to comfort her wien he was
gone.
''You can't really believe 1 would
have kept all this from you-you cam
really believe l ever looked in youl
face and deceived you. Yon only said
it in your first anger-I am sure OF
that. Oh. Clifford. it is Il hard tria
for yoi to bear! Will you ever forgive
me all the suffering my love has
brought upon you:'
With the tact of perfect love she
sought TO assign to him the part whicl
IL NdS uOSL poSSlDie LoI AIul " tii'tN'
with self-respect-the part Of an i'll
jured man who was following a stern
law of duty in sacrificing feeling and
giving up his engagement. \ stronger
mind than Mohun's must have seer
through the tender subtleness, and
have refused to be sheltered from the
shame of its own decision by her; but
he was ready, at all times, to acquiesce
in whatever made the disagreeable par
of any position fall lighter on himself
And seeing this, Jane thrust her Owl
grief out of sight, and, with the ghast
ly mockery of self-possession thai