Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1908-10-31
continued from last week,

what divine pleasure you would nd"
Dropping the shawl, Karl started TO
his feet.
~Be quiet, You are trying to drive
me mad!" be cried. "Do you want to
ruin me? For Gods sake. man. be
stiIIr'
"Afraid again. oh. Puritanl' Miliar
ssneered. "W3y. boy. life Is only worth
diving when it Is thrown away
"vYhy do you tell me thatg' Karl
demanded why do you hover over
ne? What do you want? Who sent
you9"
~Ne one. | am here"
He again touched his forehead sig
niicantly, and Karl shuddered. g,
won't do III No, no. no. Do you
hear? ] won'tw the boy cried hys.
terically. u have been her good friend
for years. We have been good friends.
We will remain good friends. I don't
want the found sovereign"
But If 1t slips through your fin
gersw Millar cried. Suppose another
man runs away with her?'
"NVhoT' Karl demanded.
Myself" Millar replied coolly.
"Youv'
s"Tonight, this very night!' Milar
cried, laughing satanically and tri-
umphantly. Tonight | shall play with
her as | please. oh, what joyl What
exquisite joy!"
whats that?' Kari cried, taking a
step toward him.
"She will do whatever I wish-to-
night, at her home. You will see.
when the lights are bright, when the
air is filed with perfum& before dag
dawns you will see."
"Stop! Stop" Karl cried warningly.
"Be there and you will run after
your lost sovereign" Millar went on
fauDtingly. every minute you don't
know where she is she Is spending
with me. A carriage passes you with
drawn blinds, and your heart stands
still. Who is In 1t? She and |. You
SCI q couple turn the corner with
arms lovingly i~nterlocked. Who was
that? She and I-always she and l.
We sit in every carriage. we go
around every corner. always she and
I-always clinging to each other, al
ways lovingly. The thought maddens
you. You run through the streets. A
light is extinguished in some room
high up In a house. Who is there?
She and l. We stand at the window
arm in arm looking down into your
maddened eyes, and we hold each 9TH
'er closer. and we laugh at you"
"Stop, damn you. stopT' Karl cried.
beside himself and trying to shut out
b terrible monotony of Millar's voice.
1--WE laugh at you, you foolr' the
fiend cried again hoarsely. "And her
laughter grows warmer and warmer
tuntii she laughs as only a woman can
laugh in the midst of delirious joy"
With a maddened scream of rage
Karl reached the table with a bound
n snatched up the revolver. But
Millar, with a spring as 1.-THE and agile
as a cat, was there beside him, holding
the arm with which he would have
shot down the man who was pouring
insidious poison into his e%ars-into his
: soul.
Millar smiled as he looked at the
helpless boy before him. Karl released
the revolver, and as he replaced it in
his pocket Millar said quietly:
"You see. Karl, a man may kill a
man for a lost sovereign"
CHAPTER XL.
fN1ARL's paroxysm of rage and
~ pain over, he threw himself
$500 into a chair and buried his
- face in his hands. He did not
even look up as Millar, his cynical
glance fixed on him. walked out, clos
ing the door softly behind him. His de-
parture seemed to clear the atmos-
phere of its oppressive burden of evil.
however. and Karl jumped to his feet.
de made a few turns up and down the
studio and then changed his velvet
studio jacket for a greatcoat and
plunged out OF doors into the storm.
A brisk walk through the snow and
gathering darkness revived him, and
be turned back to the studio with a
clearer brain. His old servant, Helm
rich. met him at the door.
'Monsieur. the gentleman has re-
turned and is dressing" the old man
said In an awestruck whisper. 81
think he is the devil" he added vim
edietively.
Heinrich had been terrified when
Millar, returning TO the studio in Karl's
absence, had taken possession with the
utmost GOODNESS of Karl's guest cham
Der and proceeded to change to the
evening clothes which had been sent to
him there from the tailor's. Unwilling
to meet the man again, Karl hurried
into his own room and locked the o
He did not emerge again until long
after Millar had completed his dress
ing and had left the studio.
Karl tried desperately to drive
thoughts OF Olga from his mind. But
abe terrible fame Of passion which
had grown from the tiny, buried spark
of boy love that lurked in his heart,