Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-05
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
A Piteous Appeal.

She broke out rapidly into the story of
these last years-of Levasseur's desertion
of her-of his supposed death and his
resurrection, and how then he had told
her that the ceremony which had bound
her to him, was a sham; of that awful
night of Levasseur's death in Princes
Gate and how. with his dying breath
the man who so ineXpicably had hated
her had robbed her of her honor
My dear lady. what you tell me dis
tresses me beyond words. l only wis
that It were in my power to help you
but it is not | can only hope that your
husband, knowing your true. sweet and
pure character will
stop Darlington voice was
hoarse and broken, her fingers frightened
on his arm-"say no more. You were
there when the child died. You saw You
heard While the child lived-he was the
barrier between me and shame, and
now
Her voice failed her; the man saw that
tears were running down her face un-
consciously, that it was not to hide them
that she turned away with bowed head.
and in the quiet of the big consulting
Toom-shut off from the rest of the house
by bai2e doors. protected from the noise
of the square by double windows-he
seemed to hear an echo of a mans voice,
hoarse with mad passion:
"Dead-and your fate is sealed"
Mrs. Darlington" he burst out i'm
petuousy, Heaven knows if it were pos
sble | would help YOU, only it isn't pos
sible. Look here" He moved quickly
to his writing table and unlocking a
drawer took out a photograph which he
handed to Edith
Look at that" he said, THAT is a
portrait of my wife"
Edith Darlington obeyed She took the
photogra phi he held toward her and scru-
tinted it. The face that looked up at her
was very beautiful; she had rarely seen
more perfectly formed face. more ex-
quistely shaped eyes--it seemed to her
that in her life she had never looked into
harder eyes than those which stared back
a her from the photograph.
His Defiance.
"A little over a year ago DR.. Merton
said the original of that photogra phi be
came my wife. You see her. you realize
that she is beautiful--in reality she is a
hundred times more lovely. But that is
nothing. In nature she is the purest and
most innocent creature that ever
breathed. She knows nothing of the ex-
| istence of evil-becauSe she is inca pa BILE
| OF imagining it. She has two gods her
| father and myself which shows the
| blindness of idolatry-for he is the most
| empty headed. cold blOOded' fossil who
! ever aped humanity, and Il am what
| you think me-a scoundrel-or was. Bui
| for her sake that is past | am now what
she believes me-and what she believes
me. Mrs harrington. ! intend to remain
| ! have climbed UP out of the mire-by
what efforts no one will ever know-and
now that | am within sight of the stars
! / defy you to push me back there into
the slough There are no secrets to be
raked out of my past; no one has any
hold over me. As woman Of the world
! Mrs Darlington, do you think it likely
that would voluntarily do anything
which might risk. however remotely, the
| position to which have Climbed-tht
love which has come miraculousiy, as Il
seems. into my life, which was so empty
and grim a thing" He laughed shortly
mo; you may, if YOU choose, continue t.
believe that am a knave-but at least
am not fool
Then you admit it?" said Edith Bar
rington, slowly. AT least YOU admit it
You are the man
Il admit nothing. / merely place T;