Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-04
Continued From Ye.terdny.)


A little rubber at bridge was in prog
ress. The admiral was playing with
Mrs. Coldheld and Cathewe sat opposite
H~idlegarde. The latter two were los
ing. She was ordinarily a skilful play
er, as Cathewe knew; put tonight she
lost constantly, was reckless with her
leads. and played carelessly into her
opponents hands. Cathewe watched
her ~gravely. Never had he seen her
more beautifui; II the apprehension
that she would never be his was like a
hand straining over his heart.
Yes, she was beautiful; but he did not
know that there was death in her eyes
and death in her smile. once upon a
time he had believed hat her heart
had broken; but she was learning that
the heart breaks, rebreaks and breaks
again.
How many times he stood on the
precipice during the dinner hour, Brett
mann doubtless would never be told. A
m scorned is an old story; still,
the story goes on, retold each day. Ed
ucation may smooth the externals, but
underneath the fire burns just as furi-
ously as of old. To this affront the
average woman's mind leaps at once to
ItNEllSts anu that Elit QptS ihpN dlne S =
take 1t depends upon two things;
opportunity and love, which is more
powerful than revenge. Sometimes,
on hot summer nights. clouds form an
grily in the distance: vivid flashes
dartle hither and about. which serve to
intensity the evening darkness. Thus,
a similar phenomenon was taking place
in Hildegarde Won Mitter's mind. The
rn1 tsra@ xf ar.anaa do mad hoforo Jas
eyes, blurring the spots on the cards.
the blackness of despair crowding upon
each flash. Let him beware! With Il
word she could shatter his dream; ay.
and so she would. What! sit there and
let him turn the knife in her heart and
receive the pain meekly? No! 1t was
the t%houghtless brutality with which he
went about this new affair that bit so
poignantly. To show her, SO indurate-
~, that she was nothing, that, despite
her magnificent sacrifice, she had
never been more than a convenience,
was maddening. There vas no spon-
taneity in his heart; his life was a
calculation to which various sums were
added or subtracted. With all her
beauty, intellect. genius and generosity.
she had not been able to stir him as
Alll1 AOAAAtE 6Il WIS., Atio0iA1AApAe'Ae ~
ing. she held no animosity for the
daughter OF her host; she was clear
visioned enough to put the wrong where
it belonged.
1T is your lead" said the admiral
patiently.
Pardon me-" contritely. The gentle
reproach brought her back to the SUR
r%oundings.
TT &c fEa motion pf the haut - 1nu
arded Cathewe, as he saw her lead the
ace. 81 often find myself losing count
in waiting for the next roll"
Mr.. Cathewe is very kind" she re-
piled. THE truth is. however. [ am
simply stupid tonight"
Breitmann continued to speak lowly
to Laura. He was evidently amusing.
for she smiled frequently. Neverthe-
less, she smiled as often upon Fitz-
gerald. Never a glance toward the
m who held his fortunes, as they
both believed, in the hollow Of her
hand. Breitmann appeared to have
forgotten her existence.
When the rubber was finished Ca
THEY'VE came into the breach by sug-
costing hat they two, he and his
partner, should take the air for a
while. and Hildegarde thanked him
with her eyes. They tramped the port
side, saying nothing but thinking much.
His arm was under hers to steady her,
and he could feel the catch each time
she breathed, as when one STILES
sobs that are fearless. All, to
hold her close and TO shield her:
but a thousand arms ma not
intervene between the heart and the
pain that stabs 1t. He knew; he knew
all about 1t, and there was murder in
his thought Whenever his thought was
of Breitmann. TO be alone with him
somewhere. and to fight it out with
their bare hands.
She had been schooled in the art of