Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-04
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BY
Harold
MacGrath

wars alarms. He knew that ths whole
heart of H~ildegarde von Mitfer had
yielded to another. But it had been
thrown, as 1t We're. against a wall,
there was this one hope. dimly burn
ing. that some day he might catch 1t
on the rebound.
why are not all men like your" she
asked.
THE world would not be half so In
teresting. Some men shall be fortunate
and others shall not; everything has to
balance in some way. I am necessary
to one side of the scales, as a weight"
He spoke with a levity he by no means
felt.
you are always making sport Of
YOURSELF"
Would it be wise to weep? Not at
all. I laugh because 1 enjoy it, just the
same as l enjoy hunting or going on
voyages of discovery"
ITO have met you!" childishly.
eDon't talk like that. 1t always
makes me less sad than furious. And
how do you know? If it had been writ
ten that you should care for me, would
anyone else have mattered? No. It
just is. that's all. So We'll go on as We
have lone in the past. good friends.
+ 0dAl ult WITCH N9h it1A nv 8H1 "ANt
ever | am / shall come"
How pitifully weak I must seem to
you"
you would be no happier II you wore
a mask. H~ildegarde. what has hap
pened9 What power has this adven-
turer over you? l cannot understand
He was man enough to say that you
We're guiltless of any wrong"
He said that2' turning upon him
sharply. She could forgive much.
He could not see her face. but by the
tone of her voice he knew 1t had
frightened. Yes. / did a freakish
i thing the night we arrived at the KILL
Crews. / forced him into a corner, but
it did not pan out as l hoped. So far
as it touched me, it wasn't necessary,
as l have told you a thousand times.
Your past is nothing to me; your future
is everything. and want it, God knows
how 1 want it! Well, 1 wished to find
out Via kline Of man he is. but
wasn't very successful. Hildegarde,"
and he pressed his hand down hard
over hers. 81 could find a priest the day
we land, if you would love me. You
will always remember that.
"As if 1 could ever forget your kind
ness! But you forced him; there is no
merit in such a confession. And 1 Won
der how you forced him. 1t was not by
fear. Much as ! know him there are
still some untitled pages. ] would call
him a scoundrel did not know that In
parts he has been a hero. What sacrl-
fees the man has made. and with what
patience"
arc what end2' quietly
NO. no. Arthur L have promised
him"
He took her by the arm roughly.
Let us make two or three rounds and
go back. We shan't grow any more
cheerful talking this way"
HE loves her. I~saw it in his eyes
and l must stand aside and watchl"
$50 must l." he said. Aren't you
Just a little selfish, H~ildegarde2'
Il am wretched, Arthur, and I am a
fool, besides. Oh, that l We're cold
blooded like your women, that I could
eat out my heart in secret; but l
can't, / can't"
But you have courage; only use 1t.
If what you say Of him is true rest
easy. She is not in his orbit. She win
not be impressed by an adv%enturer of
his breed"
"Thank youl' with a broken laugh
Il am only on opera singer, here on
~suffrance."
"oh, good Lord! I did not mean 1t
that way. Let us finish the walk,
savagely.
On the afternoon of the second day
out tea was served under the awning.
and Captain Flanagan condescended to
leave his bridge for half and hour.
Through a previous mint dropped by
the admiral they lured the captain into
spinning yarns, and well-salted hair
b. eadth escapes they We're. He UNI
derstood that the admirals guests al
ways expected these fights. and he was
in nowise niggard An ordinary sailor
would have been lead these twenty
years, under any one of the exploits.
Marvellous said M. Ferraud from
the depths of his rugs; land he still
lives to tell it?"
TITS the easiest thing in the world,
sir, If v know how" the captain de-
clared complacently. Indeed, he had
~recounted these yarns so many times
that he was beginning to regard them
as facts. His statement, ambiguous
as it was, passed unchallenged, low
ever; for not one had the daring to in
quire whether he referred to the tell
ing or the living of them. So he be-
lieved hat ne was looked upon as an
apostle of truth. Only the admiral had
the temerity to look his captain
squarely in the eve and wink