The Washington times., 1912-07-01

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person most concerned In the
revelation and awaits the result.
Casimir's eyes were fixed hungrily,
earnestly. anxiously, and agonizedly
upon Margaret's face.
AT first she seemed hardly to under
stand what he had said. or what he<iad
said meant; whether, indeed, she had
heard rightly. or heard at all Then
came look of amazement, followed by
pallor of sudden hurt. Slowly it
daWncd upon her that the man was tell
ing her a truth Before her eyes Cha rles
Edward Casimir underwent a transfor-
nation. Romance. royalty, everything
upon which she had built her love, fell
away from him like a veil from some
prosaic imposture. and there stood be-
fore her a man-an ordinary man. who
had violated every convention
Her eyes expressed first pain, then
horror, then slow-rising anger. He was
not prince. He was not a Stuart. He
was not even a Scot! He vas a thing
of pretense from first to last, and She
her father-the chieftains-Scotland!- d.
"O-o-o-oh!" burst from her lips, a
moan Of overwrought emotion.
May | eXplain?" he asked, lowering
his head, now that the worst was re-
, vealed, and the worst received from her
eyes.
His words awoke her to the material
need of words. She suddenly straight
ened up and faced him.
"Explain?' she echoed, with danger
Gus calm. What further can yon .X-
plain? You have forfeited the right to
a hearing. You have explained all that
is needed. O-o-oh!"
Again the little moan. She turned
away from him and walked the length
of the room. At the door she paused,
with her back to him, her eyes fixed
blankly on the woodwork. She was suf-
fering still from the shock. Her scat
ragged senses were endeavoring to thrust
aside a shattered faith: her whole be-
ing was gathering its forces for the ven
geance which her soul demanded.
Presently she spun around upon him.
The little lass of the kitchen had dis
appeared. In her stead stood a grown
woman, woman worse than sCorned-
a woman fooled-a woman stabbed. Her
were wide. CLASSY. and fixed, and her
little hands were clenched tightly in the
folds of her dress.
So" she said. forcing a terrible
smile; you were a cheat-a lara self
made hero! You let me think you were
my king. You let me pour at your feet
all that I would give to my sovereign
all my racial pride. all my loyalty. every
kneel and kiss your hands and adorn
your bonnet with the insignia of the
King. You have committed the most
utterly contemplate act that ever blot
ted history-so contemplate that the
human mind could not conceive Of such
a preparation. and so dreamed 1t pos
sible'
Casimir did not answer. Not by even
the lifting of his head did he attempt
| to defend himself. His heart was dead
his soul was dying in agony; his nerve
was paralyzed. He was wreck-be-
cause the, instinct of his best manhood
knew that she was right. according &c
| her light; and he knew that he deserved
| to suffer at her hands.
You let me love you. when you could
| have stayed meas any man can any
woman. You let me confess my love
and you pretended that you loved me
when you could have stayed me, as any
man can who is not morally coward
or physically a, weakling. You Kissed
my lips and -,
"No, non' he burst out. like a man tr
| the throes of unbearable torture. u
| loved you. I love you now
silence, you dog! she cried fiercely
| Don't lie any more
It was more than he could bear. She
did not seem to realize that she was
striking a PROSTATE man, or, realizinl
| It. saw no reason for mercy. He sank
upon the stool. and leaned his head or
| his right hand heavily.
I'm one minute you rent the castles
YOU helped me build, and crushed my
love in the ruins" she went on ruth
| lessly. 81 am dead! Do you understand
dead. 1t is just stricken soul that !:
crying to YOU. Do you understand that
| / am deadn
Her voice broke. and her body shook
There were beads of sweat upon hi'
brow He understood. For second hi'
brain flashed to Fitzwlliam, and to thu
still. white face of Belle Cnsimtr. Belle
was at rest. Margaret was buried alive
And Fitzwilliam? Was not he himsel
| the worse offender?
And my father?" she went on. heI
voice coming from ghostly, echoins
distance. "O-o-oh. my father-mv fathel
pitch Of fury. You accepted his kind
ness. and lied to him. You saw tha
poor old mans childlike faith. and vol
took 1t and spent IT like a thief. Yol
accepted his hospitality, and violated
every tradition of hospitality. We were
a plain people, though better born thai
you-mposter!-and we gave you ou
best. You made a fool of my old, trust
ing father. | could forgive you-no
tbut l could forget my own hurt; bu
for what you did to him l could-anC
may yet-kill you!"
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