The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-01-27
| the entrance across the way. Instinct
lively paused in the shadow to watch

the entrance across the way Instinct
lively I paused in the shadow to watch
it.
Its door swung open and out onto
the pavement there stepped a great
man with massive bulldog shaped
head and neck, and mustaches that
flowed from his lips like yellow foun-
tains. By the gasliglt could see the
bear-like power of his arm as he
thrust out his hand to some one yet
within the car, and cold premonition
Of something wretched to come swept
over me- To my ears there came a
short, peculiar cough, and from this
mannerism OF which l had heard, as
well as from pictures which I had
seen in the newspapers, I instantly
recognized him. The dragon had ar
rived in his juggernaut. Richard
Mackay, the Infamous. the moral lep-
er, who, corrupt Of soul and body, had
long reigned as autocrat of the under
world and prince of spoilsmen, doomed
across the way Fearless and able,
powerful yet subtle, always a domi
nant force for evil, he was one from
whom any man might recoil with Sc
eret fear.
And an instant later the wretched
thing came to pass. From out of the
car and into his grasp there stepped
the woman whom I loved with all my
soul, and my heart seemed to stop.
With his arm around her waist, bra
zenly Indifferent as to who might wit
ness he passed across the walk by
her side and threw the door wide by
sweep of his free hand. For some
reason-I learned later 1t was because
of weakened spring-the door failed
to close promptly, and distinctly saw
them in the subdued light of the in
terror as they stood close together
awaiting the descent of the elevator
car. It was but fleeting glimpse,
yet had 1t lasted longer | believe I
should have cried outright in my ag-
ony. For as plainly as I ever saw
anything in my life I saw him draw
her close to him as impetuously as
had done in my outburst as he lifted
her face and half buried it beneath
his sweeping mustache. Then the
door mercifully closed, shutting out
the sight and leaving me with horror
filling my breast and the GOODNESS of
death creeping over me. For an in
slant / was incapable of movement,
then regaining partial control of my
self, lurched away. Benumbed Of
brain, my knees turned to water, and
with jealousy tearing at my vitals
like a vuIture, / staggered homeWard.
Upon the night Of horror that fol-
lowed / do not care to dwell. Like
one in a fever / tossed through the
hours sleepless save for the ftful
dream moments when wandered far
into the evil haunts of the nightmare.
Morning creeping grayly into my
room found me with head splitting
and set eyes that stared at the ceiling.
AS one who is crippled with rheuma-
tism in every joint, / arose stifAy,
bathed myself and craWled out into
the air. It was Sunday morning, and
Gal StaAy Liz A1AGA1
lowed in my ears. 1t; was all plain to
me now, her deceit and treachery;
and had I been sentenced over night
to the gibbet could not have been
more Wretched In the miserableness
of it stood soul sick before the utter
hollowness of all things There could
be but one explanation of it. The
hideous innuendoes that had haunted
my ears like the whisperings of a sea
shell had been less than the truth,
and had been used as the false light
to mis1ead the world; as dummy,
the fool Oh, the treachery and the
wickedness and the black shame of
it! And that this woman for whom I
would have given my hearts blood
could be guilty of such cruelty to me!
Fundamentally, I sobbed beneath
the oaks like a child.
Plainly there was but one thing
could do. / must renounce her I'M
qualifedly even though it well-nigh
killed me. for I could never share
her with anybody-as well might a
man be asked to cut his heart in