The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-08-04

NE. and mo, | don tt nate her
slih-Yes, hate her more than
ever"
But evidently he was not satisfied.
The simple farm-woman had started
him off on a new train of thought.
Nothing is worth doing wrong
for; it never was and it never will
be Who said that? It's so, after
all. We may sneer at right and
wrong. we may say that right and
wrong alter with different peoples.
different countries, but they remain;
yes, and right is heaven, and wrong
is hell. And | know enough of life
to have learned that hate means
black night The joy of it is devils
joy, only 10 turn to bitterness and
gall. What is revenge after all, but
going to hell yourself in order to
drag some one else there? And that .
what I've been thinking Of But if
| don't, what then? Let me think
of that now; but no, won {. I'm
not one VINO VOWS to do tniGg.
and then throws it over lightly
The sun began to lower, and ,he
air grew cooler. The sweet, fresh 5ir
of the moors famed his brow. and
it seemed to bring healthier .h1ush,s
to him.
Winfield refused to stay with ne
as my guest, when he knew whl-
was in my heart he said "and
Winfield does not profess to oe a
saint he's only Just clelrmnded
honest fellow. Was he right, Non
der? Why, after all, can't | De hap
py? Let me think now, yes, , viii
think it out. Suppose ! give up my
scheme of revenge; supplse go
away and leave my plans mrealilcd.
Not that ! am goins 90 90 1t; but
supplies, for the saEo of Argument,
ttat did. what tnen? anou,A never
see her again, and she would think
of me as an Eastern aiyenturer who
proposed to her, and tlen had been
"bleed to leave the aeEpeJrhood Se-
cause he feared the iW o. aom.-
thing of that sort N'-er see her
@gain.
He stopped in his w"'n as though
some unseen force barred the way.
Never see her again, he rcieat-
ed time after time. The thought
seemed to stagger him as it became
more and more real to him
Il hate her" he cried Did she
not drive me away from her. and
in driving me away sent me to re-
gionS which,
lie started on hs walk again.
Il loved her last night for a min.
ute: yes, ] loved her then. | forgot
everything, and was in paradise.
loved heS yes, and O God, | be
lieve | love her now"
For an hour he walked along with
stern, set face. Away in the far
distance he could see the tor which
rose up behind the ninth hole, at
the golf links. With that as
landmark, he could not lose his way.
Not that he would have cared if he
had a great passion burned within
him, to which even he had been
stranger.
Gould I--could / after all, do what
| have made up my mind to do?
Could |, out of pure deviltry and
desire for revenge, drag her name
into the mud of disgrace? Could
make her the byword for gossiping
women? Could I leave her a wreck.
ed, ruined woman just because l.
Besides, what should | fell? Hell. No
he'll which | have ever entered would
be as deep as that. Talk about
bottomless pit full of fire and brim-
stone-it would be nothing to what
| should feel"
Again he thought of the woman
at the farmhouse, while the story
of Aaron Goudge came back to him:
and as he thought, new feeling
rose within him as though he heard
something saying, BE a man; do the
thing that is right.
What is right" he asked. SUD
pose | were to 90 to her now and
tell her everything everything. What
would she do? She would drive me
away as though | were a leper. She
told me that she did not love Rad
ford Leicester, ami that she wcl,4
never marry him, even if he came
back repentent and worthy. How
much less would she love him, then
Il were to tell her the whole truth?
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