The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-02-05


reused In him all his bitter sense OF
bur, and injury. North had trampled
ON his confidence and friendship The
lines OF his face grew hard This was
10 De his revenge. his by every right,
and his fears should rob him OF no
part or II,
he pushed open the door and enter.
ed the unlighted hall. then with a
grumbled oath because OF the dark
ness, passed on into the sitting-room
Except for such light as a bed OF soft
coal gave out. the room was clothed
In uncertainty He stumbled against
chair and swore again sayagely. he
vas answered by soft laugh, no
then he saw Evelyn seated in the big
chair at one side OF the fire place.
did you hurt yourself, Marshy" she
asked.
Langham growled an unlntelligible
reply and dropped heavily into a chair.
He brought with him the fumes OF
whisky and stale tobacco. and as these
reached her across the Intervening
space Evelyn made little grimacc in
the half light.
Il declare. Marsh, you are hardly
m 70 enter a respectable house," she
said.
In spite OF HIS doubt OF her. they
we're not on the worst OF terms. there
we're still times when he resumed his
old role OF the lover, when he held
her drifting fancy in something OF
the potent spell he had once been able
10 weave about her Whatever their
life together. It was far fromcom-
monplace with It's poverty and eI.
travagance, its quarrelings and It's re-
cancellations. while back OF Z all, deep
rooted In the very dregs OF existence.
was his passionate love. Even his
brutal Indifference was but one OF the
many phases OF his love: II was a
manifestation OF his revolt against his
sense OF dependence, dependence
which made II possible for him 10 love
where his faith was destroyed and his
trust gone absolutely Evelyn was
vaguely conscious OF this and she was
not sure but that she required just
such a life as theirs had become. but
that she would have been infinitely
bored with a man far more worth
while than Marshall Langham. From
his scat by the, Are IAngham scowled
across at her, but the scowl was lost
in the darkness.
Your father was here last evening,
Marsh" Evelyn said at length, remem-
bcring she had not seen him the night
before, and that he had breakfasted
and gone before she was up that
morning.
What did he come for?' her hus-
band asked.
IL think 70 see you. Poor man, he
doesn't seem able TO get the run OF
the hours you keep; told him he
could always find you here between
four and eight in the morning. 4 must
say this little insight into your domes-
tic habits appeared to distress him.
bat I tried TO comfort him. told aim
you would probably outlive us ell"
She laughed softly. Andy was here
this afternoon, Marsh" she went on.
What the devil did he want?"
81 don't know"
rs he coming back"
He didn't mention 1t, II he Is" And
again she laughed.
Langham moved impatiently; her
low full-throated mirth Jared ON his
somber mood
Were you in court today, Marsh?"
she inquired after a short silence.
Yes" he answered briefly.
Were there many there2"
yes"
ANY ladies. Marsh" she question
ed with sudden eagerness.
IF you can call them that" he
growled.
do you know. Marsh. had a strong
impulse to go, too. Would you have
been astonished 10 see me there?" she
asked tentatively
We won't have any OF that,-do
you understand he said with fierce
authority.
why notI It's as right for me as
II is for any one else, isn't TT"
81 won't have IT." he said, lifting
his voice slightly.
She had risen and now stood leaning
against the arm OF his chair.
Marsh, he didn't kill Mcbride; he
eouldn't,-he wouldn't harm A mousse"
Her words sent him raging
Keep quiet, will you.-what do you
know about il. anyhow" he cried with
sullen ferocity.
(Contlnued.)