New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-11-09
BY GEORGE GIBBS

last man in the world should have dreamed Of. used
to laugh at you you know. You were 50 awkward and
50 i'll hammered. | took you up a sort OF game. Il
amused me to try and see what could be made o YOU
If you'd made love to me- should have laughed q, YOU.
But YOU didn't. Why didn't YOU John; 1t would have
saved us all such lot Of trouble"
Her mockery set him more at ease. He saw refuge,
and tookit.
Il think you're not quite mad as mscheyous,
he said boldly "Your loves are too frequent
your friends much concern-leaSt Of all the one YOU
honor with your present professions. I'm no. woman
wise, Olga and I'm not honey mouthed hope you
won't mind il | say don't believe YOU.
Her smile vanished. "You with time, she said
quickly. so will Hernia She paused and them her
fingers his arm, her eyes to his, Have yous She
YOU wouldn't marry her John"
Her tone soft but the inference had the ow,nouS
sibilance Of a whiplash, which swred in the a- and
circled over Hernia too He chose his words t.,'ler-
atelv.
"Shes the sweetest cleanest purest woman I've ever
known
She shrugged and drew away Whatever she T e, no
sound escaped her. He followed toward the light, 4
the avenue that crisis in his affairs f sort
had been reached and passed His companion liked
and more rapidly setting the pace that oa, the
slow movement OF his wits.
But he caught up with her presently and took r.r by
the arm. "Olga, forgive me- You maddenel me- wanted
YOU to know that Hernia what You though. She
was. You lower your standards can't you -ae,-
when you lower hers. She's only a girl. thougl.,ss,a
thing Of impulses only mad impulses if YOU like, but
clean, Olga, like a child. You've only to look - her
and see"
Il did look at her-and see, she said throu-. her
teeth
He stopped her by main force you've got e. listen.
Do you hear? 1t was who put her in this t.' POI
Son, | who must get her out Of it. | owe her hat,
and you owe it to me- He released her and wen. on
more quietly. I'm no Galahad and make prc'.escS
to virtue but I'm no rake despoer Of women Ter
dare you to doubt it! You didn't doubt it there r the
studio. You can't doubt it now Women of your sort
and hers-are inviolabe."
Her lids lickered and fell
n girl, Olga, mere child. Think What is this love
of yours that feeds hatred on uncleanneSS, Love IS
made Of genter suf,-beautifcS upliftS not destroys,
Her head was bent and her face was hidden under
her wide hat but her whisper to him quite clearly
"You-tell me-what love iS-you?"
When she raised her head her lips were smiling softly
and she moved forward slowly, he at her side They
had reached the avenue. Amotor he had not observed
stood near.
I'VE part here, think It's adeu, John
mo" he replied.
son. yes, it is And then with gay laugh that was
her best defense "Too bad we couldn't have hit il of
isn't it? should have liked it awfully give YOU ny
word you've seemed nearly so interesting as al
this moment of discompoSure. Theresa charm in your
awkwardneSs, John-a native charm. Goodnight. |
go alone
He followed her few PAGES; but she reached the
machine before him, and was whisked away
CHAPTER XIV The Wings of the Butterfly
JOHN MARKHAM spent an unpleasant evening. He
dined alone at a club, wandering afterward aimeSSy
from library to billiard room, and then took to the
Streets trusting to physical exercise to clear his head
OF the tange that Olga had put into It, Olga, the ire
preside man hunter in love with "foSSized Galahad