The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-09-07

anu NOT give way Wa ALxn0Bt more
than he could endure. His eyes
kindIsd and his face blazed, ana his
heart aehed--with hts love for her.
the longing that he must never votcaI
But she did not see. (
She was answering hin; her words
came IN a torrent, stumbling oven
one another: her voice vibrant with
uuuttsreble contempt sounded In his
bearing like the hyrnninG of angels-
"oh, she cried In Ioathing-''irBuffer-
shici" And tho desire to catch her
In htS arms and stop her lips with
kisses wea like a pain y never
dreamed that man could be so low, so
vIlet" she said; and no wished him
self beneath the foot she stamped q
hate youI" shs told him; and beneath
his breath he whispered over and
OVER Il love you, love youl"
II ask nothing" he Ra{d, when she
had to stop, az much for lack Of words
as hreath, more than that you think
1t over. You've told me what you
think Of mo-and I daresay you're
somewhat justified. But think II over;
you owe me and you owe yourself
that. Weigh the worst you knew OF
me before Van TTyl was shot against
what you have learned Of Blackstock
since you married him; then Judge be-
tween uS. Try 10 think which would
be the more likely to lose his temper
because Of a drunken mans maudIin
insolenCe. At best youu admit tia
his word against mine. Dundas's word
deciding. And one way or another
Dundas was a periurer; first his tes-
timouy convicted me. then his testi-
mony set me free"
What do you mean by that?" sba
demanded, impressed In spite Of her
self.
"Dundas," he explained patiently
Committed suicide In the Tombs a
few days ago, after signing a confess
sion that he had testified falsly at my
trial. On the strength Of that con-
fession was pardoned by the Gov
eTnor. You understand"
Her face was ghastly. You bought
that confession" she asserted between
set teeth.
He sniled painfully. 81 presume r
might have anticipated that. y
You daren't deny you bought it!"
From a man contemplating suiI
cider"
That gilenced her. Her poor, dis
traught wits would frame no retort to
his inexorable logic. Pulled this way
and that by doubts, each more ter
rlble than its fellow, she could no
more than sway and stare at him with
eyes blank in face like parchment.
His heart bled for her in her mis-
cry. If ne could he would have un-
said all that he had said. TO ease her
suffering. II feel like a dog" he told
her cont1itely; TO have told you this
meant not to, but Z.
couldn't help It. Think and :
and Judge between us, Katherine"
ct Is a lie!" che walled. You have
lied to me--everything you have said
was lies-aIl lies. don't believe you.
But you have poisoned my
life for mel Truth or lies:i
what am I to believe? I am
the most vretched Of women, and you
have made me so. Why couldn't you
leave me in peace? Why must YOU
have come to make me suffer SO? How
! an TO know what Is true, what
( faise7 Oh, you are nonstrousI
You are cruel. cruel! II only you
would go and let me forgetl /,
Go, go, and let me bel"
In his remorse, reluctant TO leave
her 80, he tried TO comfort her with
broken protestations that even he
knew were rank with insincerity; ncr
would he willingly have gone before
she grew more composed. But at
length, despalring, he yielded 10 her
urending Importantly, and bowling his
head went his way in a dare Of mis-
cry as black and dense Is the relent-
less, sullen fog.