Perth Amboy evening news., 1911-09-28

you're not SO small and weak as
thatr'
Then his anger slipped its leash en-
tirely. The red veil that had come
before his eyes when he fought Hag-
gin fell again. he was obsessed by a
savage lust to hurt the woman before
him, to deal her a blow that she would
feel to the uttermost His words fell
slowly, cuttingly, with cruel distinct
ness.
ooh, for that 1 have all the Justi-
fcaton l need You're not to be trust
ed with him. You're beautiful. You're
the sort that has power over men.
You have power over me. Seeing you
sets me on fire with wild, insane long
ings. l have to keep my hate boiling
or good God, what am I saying?
It's true) or love you!" He laughed
harshly, wildly. And the weaker the
man the greater your power. l know
your history, Mrs. Gilbert. You had
one weakling under your influence and
you let him go to hell without lifting
q finger to save him"
Even In his savage anger Bob was
startled by the effect Of his cruel
words. She turned white and shrank
back as from a heavy physical blow.
She drew a long, shuddering breath.
"Oh," she gasped Il didn't believe
you could be so cruel. l didn't believe
you could be so cruel"
Slowly, unable to take her eyes from
his, she rose and started uncertainty to-
ward the door. She stumbled over a
chair and would have fallen had be
not caught her. She pushed herself
away from him, shuddering.
Don't touch me; don't touch meT
He watched her, hardly able to COM
prehend the completeness Of his bru-
tality's triumph or the startling change
In the oma who had Knocked him SO
often until she passed out Of the room.
And as she went from his sight the
sweetness of his savage joy turned to
bitterness In his mouth-left him to
face the supreme fact of his life.
A minute later, mechanically,
ashamed and humbled by his own cru
city, he followed her into the hall. But
she had gone upstairs to her room
Selling his hat and coat, without
waiting to put them on or to say good
by to Dunmeade, he strobe out into
the night
The mansion had been some time
sunk In the midnight quiet when Mrs.
Dunmeade, troubled by Eleanor's nom
appearance, tiptoed softly along the
hall to her guests bedchamber. Flea
ror was in bed. her bright hair stray
ing loosely over the pillow. She was
staring hopelessly at the pickering gas
jet. Mrs. Dunmeade saw no traces Of
tears.
She seated herself on the bedside.
my dear" she said gently. leaning
over to stroke the pretty hair. will
you tell me what is the matter?"
Eleanor restively moved her head
away from the Dan,t p~t
me.-She SAT- DuIeTJ. I'm not q
child. but a woman nearly twenty-sev-
en- years old, who has just been told
she is responsible for the shameful life
and death of her husband"
"Oh," Mrs. Dunmeade cried In shock
ed surprise, did hs taunt you with
that? My dear, don't take it to heart.
We an know you were the one sinned
against"
Eyes, that was one Of my pretty fan
cies, too" Eleanor said in the same
bitter tone. until tonight, when he
opened my eyes. What he said was
true. That's why 1t hurt l let Leon
ard Gilbert go to hell and didn't lift a
finger to save him. Only" she added
YEARLY, II would rather have heard 1t
from any one but him"
ITO be continued.)