Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-05-09
(Based on the drama Ui that name as
played by Walker Whiteside)
By j. W. M,coNAuGHY.


Copyright, 1912. by the New York Even
ngsJournal Publishing Company.
You are making this very hard for
me, Illona," he said. as calmly as before,
but the passionate note in his voice grew
as he went on. IT don't wish to part
IN bitterness. You know you have
wronged me-deceived me-that every
growing more and more into my life-into
my needs! When I have turned from my
work have turned to you! And yet you
knew that you were deceiving me!-that
Andener had asked you honorably to be
mis- wife, and, whatever you may think of
me, or the world thinks Of me and my
people, Illona, our honor in affairs OF this
kind is above reproachl And 1t is in my
honor-and Gin my trust-that you have
wronged met
1T is not true! 1t is not true" sobbed
the woman.
IT is true-every world" he said, stern
ly Tonight, resting there on the divan,
You became part of my aims and my am
billions as I worked"
did 1 not lie stlll?" she pleaded Did
I interfere? Did l interrupt your
No, but you robbed me of my
thoughts he cried. They flew from my
work to you l was weak enough TO let
you remain. to let you become part of
my work-my work!-which belongs not
to me- but to my countrymen! The work
that hey watch and wait for! And they
would never forgive-never UNDERESTIMATE
they knew that let you come between
me and theml That Is where you have
wronged me, Illona!"
The sobs ceased and the womans face
suddenly lit up with angry scorn.
sd Ha! 1t is that" she cried. 81
knew It! It is not Lindenerl-it is not
my deception 1t is your people! They
are afraid" voice broke again
afraid that you will give one little hour
of your life to me! To happiness-pleas
ure-peace! And it is me that you are
sacrificing for them!-giving up all the Joy
of your life and mine-and for nothingl
Why should you sacrifice both our lives
for this? It is madness-follyi'' She
gripped his arms with both hands and
looled passionately into his inscrutable
face you shall not cast me out OF
your life for nothingl"
she could feel him start under her
ha1ds before he drew sharply away.
Nothing Nothingi" he cried What
I vas chosen for-what I was born
for
She followed him. holding up her clasp
ed hands
But will not be in your wayiT she
PLEADED with a sob. Let me stay here by
yolr side-be your servant, your slavel
La me share your sorrows, joys and am
DEMONSTRATING you wish-but let me
styl And when you triumph l will be at
ydlr feet and you can walk over me, II
yu wish Let me help you-that is all
wlnt-to help you!" She took his hand
II both hers, sank to her knees beside
Inn, while her tears fell on the strong
b'own fingers in stream. "oh, my love
my Lowell Let me stayi''
-he Woman's Triumph.
Go, Ilona!" he cried harshly and jerk
d his hand from her grasp. He stood
igid for a momen; then, pressing his
ienched fists to his temples he sank
INTO a chair and sat with bowed head
There was an eerte silence. broken only
~ the rustling of the woman's skirts as
the slowly rose to her feet and stood look
ing down at him in hopeless misery
When she spoke It was in new voice-a
voice Of final, heart broken resignation.
$50 this Is the end, Tokoramol The end
for rne-hut II will not be the end for you'll
You can make me leave your house and
see that never return-but | Will be
here In the spirit of your life as easily as
you can turn me out Of your housed have
been too much TO you for thatl You Will
find that am part Of this room-of your
work. When you are sitting there at your
desk-alone, hour after hour-ny face
Will come between you and your work
You Will remember-and want me. And
now, good -byel"
Good bye. Illonai" he said, in a low
voice without raising his head. With
q last look at his bowed figure she turned
picked up her hat and wrap and dragged
herself YEARLY to the door. She tried in
vain I'd stifie a sob and at the sound Of II
he looked up. His hand was on the knob