The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1909-01-21

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'FatheH" said little Clarence La
font isn't mother ever coming back
20 usr'
There was no reply, and In a few mo-
ments the boy. who had his arms
about his fathers neck. felt con.
vulsive tremor.
go, father. and bring her. You
know where she is, I'm sure"
sim the father did not speak. In,
stead he Rugged his son closely to him.
Then suddenly he said:
For your sake, Clarence, I'll make
an effort"
A lady driven up to her country resi-
dence In an automobile allghted and
hurried into the house. In the hail she
was accosted by tall, intellectual
looking man, but with something weak
IN his expression.
why, dear what has kept you?
Dinner has been ready half an hour
swell, well. must ! always be on the
minuteT And instead OF waiting for
the usual kiss she hurried upstairs to
lay aside her wraps.
Something wrong again." he NUT.
tered. 1--WE who defy the social code
must pay the penalty. But she has
always recovered from these moments
OF remorse. Doubtless she Will do so
now"
The recovery In this case did not
come. Instead a gloom settled over
the woman that he could not dispel,
though he made every effort. He tried
to win her from her melancholy by
caresses. She repulsed him. He took
her to the opera, to theaters, every.
whsre, anywhere, that he could place
her In an atmosphere Of excitement.
She seemed for awhile TO be lending
herself willingly to the plan, but there
was no change In her. and at last she
declined to pursue 1t further. One
thing alone she followed Of her own
choice. Every day an automobile
wheeled to the door, and she entered 1t
and sped away for drive that was
never short and often very long.
He was comforted that what could
not be produced by other amusements
was effected by this. Doubtless the
breakneck speed, with an element of
danger in 1t, served to overcome re-
morse. But he feared that one Of the
many accidents constantly occurring
would happen to her.
Sweetheart" he said one day after
her return from ride, do you drive
very fast?"
"As fast as the machine can be
driven"
'Are you not sfraidw
"No. Automobile accidents do not
main; they give us oblivion"
He sighed and started to take her in
his arms, but she turned away.
The next day when she went to ride
he told her that he would go with her.
He wished to observe IL the chauffeur
was careful or reckless. she passively
consented He was satisfied with
what he saw. There was no careless
ness. no reckless speed, but she sat
beside him unmoved by any word he
spoke to her and apparently uninter
ested In her surroundings She was
like woman of stone.
Coming to a broad road stretching
straight ahead for several miles, he
ordered the chauffeur to increase the
speed again and again till the machine
was flying like the wind. Still the wo-
man beside him sat like statue. He
felt for her hand, expecting that.
moved by the awful speed at which |
they were running. she would involup-
tarily clutch his. 1t lay limp in his
palm.
That was the last ride he ever took
with her The next afternoon when
he came home he was told that she
had gone, as usual, in the automobile. |
When dinner was announced she had |
not returned. He waited half an hour. |
then dined alone. His life was becom-
Ing intoIerable. Despaiying of re-es- |
tablishing his former relations, he |
wished that something would occur TO
break the connection. After dinner he
lighted a cigar, but soon threw It
away. Noticing an evening paper on
table beside him, he took 1t up. On
the first page there were headlines In
large print announcing an automobile
accident. Two persons, a man and
woman, were killed.
Strange that he experienced wei
come relief.
He did not read what followed. He
had long lived In dread of something
terrible he knew not what-and did
not doubt that this horror was what
he had feared. or If he doubted he
did not dare read on, fearing a con-
frmation of what he believed. Con-
sciences makes towards of us all, and
This nan. who had robbed a husband
Of his wife and child Of his mother.
shrapF from the dreadful end of what
he had done. He sat motionless, his
face covered with his hands. A serv-
ant lighted the lights. but he did not
hear An hour passed, during which
no sound aroused him, till at last he
heard an automobile stop before the
house. Starting up, be hurried to the
door. A chauffeur, one he had never
seen, met him there.
81 was told, sir, to bring this ma
chine here"
The few words told new story.
She was not dead. She had left him.
A carriage stopped at the door of