New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-10-15
BY ELLA w. PEATTIE

Martha could hear her could hear her speaking angry,
and growing more and more furious III, her tones were
terrible 20 listen to Then Martha out see what the
trouble was and found the woman standing over Clcy
and raging over her Her face So changed Martha
said that she'd never have known her. Her eyes were
fairly aiming and her lips drawn back that lcr
teeth showed horribly. She had "a hand on each arm Of
Cclv. chair and was hurting words ike 1avciins my
poor girl Marina my wife pu' her arm before her
face and crv Mercy. mercy. and with that Martha
seized hold ot the woman and dragged her away,
The woman stood there acting ike possessed but
Martina got 10 Cieily and lifted her IN her arms and
carried her into the house But by the time she had
laid her IN the bed Cicy was inscns5Ie Before the
doctor and I got there she was gone
His hands had been grpped about his knees; but
now he spread them out before him. and looked at them
strangely he wondered at them for the things they
had not done
I've been ungenerous,' he answered grimly. I've
done nothing. The woman has gone free, with her
demon 10 keep her company.
"There was an inquest
"Of course; but the Jury learned nothing. put my
commands on Martha-thats why She hates me- She
was mad for vengeance. And think Paul that I was
TOO, only my methods Of punishment are more subtle
than Mar-has. / wanted the woman 20 live her
haunted life.
"You haven't told me her name"
"Nor shall l. II Is anathcma. I've never brought
myself % speak It, Il has seemed 20 me that lid
poison bags would be discovered IN and the venom
have mingled in have eaten me Ike corrosive acid'
at was eighteen months ago, / think,
Eighteen months-and I've grown old IN tlem-ald
than old: I've grown evil. Evil Is born Of evil,
l suppose. l tell yOu hate the woman-and the hate
grows. l. getting the upper hand II me. can
t. master IT, don't sleep well, YOU see and get 20
thinking. Horrible isn't II, | tell YOU Paul, don't
know what horrors lie beneath the surface If us what
sagnant pools If sulennes there are what geysers
Of passion waiting 20 leap forth. Didn't YOU think |
was patient man, / did. You used 20 call me qulx-
otto. Well, YOU wouldn't call me that now
There are flames licking az me- can't de-
scribe IT, And then the loneliness Why Man,
this Is the first time I've broken my silence,
save for the necessary speeches II daily life,
since II happened. And don't know that |
could have done II % yOu-not even % you-
If II hadn't been here IN this strange place,
where We seem 20 give ourselves back 10 the
earth and 70 become mere elements again
HAD no idea what 20 say; SO ! passed my
cigar case We smoked while the slow
stars passed At length ! sprang Up.
Come" cried. Wen 20 O. the spring for
pitcher Of fresh water. and then well sleep
81 IN the open. Tomorrow u introduce YOU 20
~ my particular sort 0f idleness. and v0uI see
how reauperate after eleven months In town
After q few days d ike % introduce YOU 10
some ri my friends IN the village. No. don't
refuse THEY'LL not bore YOU. though they are
In their own way bit C1mplaisaut. But then
s0am l. and So will YOU be- If YOU stay. You'll
catch the pervading idea that only choice
spirits would care o. come o. a spot Ike
this where there only hills and poverty
and peace There isu't sidewalk IN the place.
You know: only red packed earth carpe,aL
with pine needles The sunset and moou-se
are our theater: the birds our opera. We've
no ambition but % be- happy and good.
That's the most overwhelming ambition
ever heard Of" Broadheld answered. making
an effort % meet my ioeulari,y "Wha, moro
could YOU ask,
For three days we kept 10 our arrv. and
.rf ggl-h work and talk IlugIef- NT.I