Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-04-23

time IN years He needed her; alone,
broken, wrecked among bis dreams, be
needed her. He had recovered con.
sciousness almost at once. and bis 6rst
words were q curse on the man who
had aimed 80 badly. he could talk but
little, but be declared that he would
rip the bandages II they did not prop
bis pillows 80 he could see the bay.
The second time he woke he saw Hi.
degarde. She smiled brokenly, but be
turned his head aside.
Has the yacht gone yetT
"N0."
when will It sail7"
Tomorrow" Her heart swelled with
bitter pain The woman be loved
would be on that yacht But toward
Laura she held nothing but kindness
tinged with a wondering envy. Was
not she. Hildegarde. az beautful7 Had
Laura more talents than she. more &C
compllshments7 Alas. yes. onel She
bad had the unconscious power OF
making this man love her:
To and fro she waved the fan. For
awhile, at any rate. he would be hers
And when NJ. Ferraud said that the
others wished to say farewell she de
clined She could look none Of them
In the face again. nor did she care.
She was sorry for Cathewe. Bis life
would be as broken as hers, but man
has the world under his feet, scenes
Of action. changes to soothe bis hurt
A woman has little else but her needle
All through the day and all through
the night she remained on guard. sur
rendering her vigil only to II. Ferraud
With cold cloths she kept down the fe-
yer. wipins the hot face and hands
He would pull through. the surgeon
said, but be would have his nurse to
thank. There was something about
the man the doctor did not under.
stand. ae acted as II he did not care
to live.
The morning found her still at bel
post Breitmann awoke early and ap-
peared to take little interest Ia bis
surroundings.
why do you waste Jour timer his
voice was colorless.
II am not wasting my time. Karl
Ills head rolled slowly over on the
pillow till he could see outside. Only
two or three fishing boats were visi'
Bile.
when will the yacht sail"
always that question. 90 to sleep
! will wake you when see It."
i've been q scoundrel. Hlldegarde:
and he closed his eyes
Where would she 60 when he left
his roomi For the future was al
ways rising up with this question
What would she do3 How would she
i've? She too shut her eyes.
The door opened The visitor was
NJ. Ferraud. he touched his lips with
4 finger and stole toward the bed
Better
She nodded.
"Are you not dead for sleepT
1T does not matter"
Breitmann's eyes opened. for bis
brain was wide awake. "Ferraud"
YES They wished me to say good.
by for them"
ITO me?" incredulously.
''They have none but good wishes
"She will never known
"Not unless Mr.. Fitzgerald tells her '
"Hildegarde. had planned her alb
duction. Don't misunderstood. ] have
sunk low indeed. but not so low as
that. wanted to harry them. They
would have left me free. She was to
be a pawn. shouldn't have hurt
her."
"You do not care to return to Ger
many"
"Nor to France. NJ. Ferraud"
"There's a wide world outside. You
will 6nd room enough" dididently.
IAN outlaw"
"Of kind"
"Be easy. haven't even the wish
to be buried there. There Is more to
the story. more than you know. My
name Is Herman Stuler-if J live
There is not drop Of French blood 10