Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-01-17
toopyrtght, 1911. by W O. Caapuan-l
fContinued.l

Thsn he had seen her lying prone,
yet unconscionsly graceful In her ahsn-
Comment. on the sward. he had caught
a glimpse Of her white lace desperate
ly uptossed by the rolling water: he
had looked into the unfathomabie
depth Of her eyes at that moment
when she had awakened In his arzns
after such a struggle az had taxed his
manhood and almost broken his heart;
he had carried her unconsciously,
CHASTITY white with her pain~drawn
face, stumbling desperately over the
rocks IN the beating rain to this. hts
home. There he had held that poor.
bruised slender little foot In his hand,
gently, skflfully treating It. when he
longed to press his lips YaRsionateIy
upon 1t. Last OF all he had looked
into her face, warmed with the red
light OF the fire, searched her weary
eyes almost Ike blue pools. In whose
depths there yet lurked lie and light.
while her golden hair tiaged Grim
son by the blaze lay on the white pill
low-and he loved her. God pity HIM,
icAhaA H6aAiSA 1&GL HuA AulaESSlQu III
It, yet how could he help It?
He had loved once before In his life
with the fire OF youth and spring. but
It was not like this. He did not rec
ognize this new passion In any light
from the past; therefore he would not
admit It. Hence, he did not under
Htand it, But he saw and admitted
and understood enough to know that
the past was no longer the supreme
subject IN his life, that the present
rose higher, bulked larger and hid
more and more OF his far-off horizon.
He felt like a knave and a traitor,
as If he had been base, d~isloyal. false
to his ideal, recreant to his remem-
brance. Was he indeed a true man?
Did he have that rugged strength, that
abiding faith, that eternal conscious
ness, that lasting affection, beside
which the rocky paths he often trod
we're things transient, perighable. "
~anesesnt7 Was he a weakIing that he
fell at the first sight OF another
woman?
He stopped hts ~ceaseiess pace for
ward and backward, and stopped nsar
that frail and futile door. She was
there and there wan none II prevent
ala isad sought tine iatcn.
What was he shout to dof God for
BID that . thought he could not freely
share with humanity should enter HIS
brain then. He held al women sacred,
and 30 he had ever done, and this
am In her loneliness, In her help
lessnsss. In her weakness. trebly APP
pealed to him. But he would look
upon her. he would fain see II she
we're there, Il 1t were all not a dream,
the creation OF hts disordered inssginr
alton.
Men had gons mad In herrnftages In
the mountains, they had been driven
insane In lonely GASES in vast des-
erts; and they had peopIed their soli-
tuds- with men and women. Was this
orn working OF a dtsordered brain, too
too much turned upon itself and with
too tremendous . pressure upon 1t.
producing al Illusion! Was there In
truth any woman there7 He would
raise the latch and open the door and
look. Once more the hand went gtealth-
lily to tho latch.
The woman Elspt quietly on. No thin
barricade easily unlocked or easily
broken protected her. Something In
tangible. yet stronger than the thick
est, the most rigid bars OF steel guard
ed her; something unseen. indescrib-
able, but SO u~nmistakabIa when 1t
throbs In the breast of those who de-
pend on It feel that their dependence
Is not In vain watched over her.
Cherishing no evil thought. the a
had power to crafty hts desire which
might yet bear O sinister construction
should II be observed. It was her pri-
vaey he was invading. She had trust
ed to him. she had said so, to his hon
or. and that stood her In good stead.
His henori Not In five years had no
heard the word or thought the thing,
but he had not forgotten II. She had
appealed to an unreal thing: upon
that her trust was based. His hand
left the latch, it fell gently. he drew
back and turned away trembling. q
conoueror who mastered himself. Hs
was awake to the truth again.
What had he been about to do7 Pro
fame, unlimited, the sanctity OF her
chamber. violate the hospitality OF his
own housed Even vita @ proper mo-
tive, imperii his seaf-respect, nhattar
her trust, endanger that honor which
30 suddeniy became q parl cf him on
dsmand7 She would not probably
know. she ceaia never knew anless
ghB awoke. What. Of that7 That an
Client honor OF hts life and race nc %
fiAa q mountain whose scarpea face
cannot be scaled.
He fell back with a swift turn, @
feeling almost wonlaniy: snd more
Hasn. perhaps. II thay lived in fem-
mime Isolation. as ssiEeentsred ~
womea are so often by necessity,
would bs as feminine as thair sisters
Influenced him. overcome him. His
hand went to hia hunting shirt. Merry
oasly he tors It Gpens he gxaaped 81
bright ohseck that hung against hfa
breast. AZ be did 20. the thought came
70 him khat not bogprw ia Gre years
lad ID hean Con- q xmoxaenE ancoHs
aslcus eg the pressure os hat apekek
sv@F rs heart. bus nnss sha& thza oth