New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-09-28

have bought for them. Call them your crowd ii you
like | know better! You've taken people only as
you've found them, taken lie as 1t was planned Tor
you moved along the line OF least resistance because
YOU never been taught that there any other way
70 90 In Europe YOU never had chance to learn
"Thats it, she broke in passonatcly, Il never had
a chancc-not a chance.
Her fingers clutchci his and then quickly released
them. "Oh, what's the usc:' she went on IN suiiel
tone "Why couldn't you have let me live on, stepped
in nv folly? It's too late for me to change. can't
I'm pledged. If gamble, keep late hours, ana 90 an
the things that this does its because II didn't
should die Of thinking What does it matter to anyone
but me-" She stopped and rose with sudden gesture
Of anger Don't preach, John. I'm not in the humor
for it-not tonght-do YOU hear;
LIE looked mp at her in surprise. One Of her hands
IL was ccnchci on the baustradc, and her dark eyes
regarded him scorniuly. I've made YOU angry I'm
sorry" he said.
The tense lines Of her figure suddenly relaxed as She
leaned AGAINST the pcrgoa and then laughed up at the
sky. Would YOU preach TO the stars John Markham;
They're a merry congregation. They're laughing at
you-as / am. \ sermon by moonlight with only the
stars and a scotcr to listen,
Her nockcry a,tonishcd and bcwildcrcd him. His
indictment Of those with whom She affiliated was no
new thing in their conversations, and he knew that what
he said was true
I'm sorry spoke" he mutcrci
She laughed az him again. and threw out her arms
toward the moonli' "What night tor the moiah-
tc.-for the ashes Of repentance ask man into the
rose garden make love o me, and he breaches 10 me
ins,clI-prcaclc o me Of the world the flesh, and the
devil Wa5 ever pretty woman in q more Illuminating
position"
She approached him again and leaned over him, the
strands Of her hair brushing his temples, her voice
wli.pcfing mo-. kiuglv ust at his car.
"Oh. ID. ii! You make such a pretty lover, John. II
could only paint YOU in your sackcloth anu ashes
should die in content What II Ike, mon ami 10 feel
ike moralizng IN q rose garden by moonlight MAT
DO they tell YOU the roses; OF the dull earth from
which they come, Don't they whisper Of the kisses OF
the night winds OF the drinking of the dew, OF the mad
iov of living the swcc,ncs; Of dying; Or don't they say
anything To- YOU az all except that they are merely
roses Iohn,' ....-
She brushed the blossom in her fingers lightly across
his lips and prang away from him. But 1t was too late.
She had gone too far and she realized it in moment;
for though she cuicd him once, he caught her IN his
arms AMI kissed her roughly on the lips.
You'd mock at me- would YOU. he cried.
She struggled in his arms and then lay inert. She
deserved TIN, revenge, she knew but not the careless
ness Of these kisses Of rcrbu'on each OF them mcrcess
with the burden Of her awakening.
Let me go, John, she said family, You must
not"
Not yet I'm no man Of stone. Can YOU scoff
now"
40, no! Let me go! I've paid YOU we'll and you-
Oh God, you've paid me tool Let me go.'
Not until YOU kiss me
Non that
why" he whispered.
~No-ncycr that! Oh! the damage YOU have
done"
I'll repair it,
40 You can't bring the dead to lie. Our friend
ship-t was clean Let me 60, do YOU hear;