The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1913-02-06

tie, very soft. zone would think you
were a regular mlsanthrope. The
next thing, you'll be saying that l was
that sort of a woman because I live
here. or course, other things being
equal, any woman likes comfort. But
you seem to think hat we all would
choose luxury to love-"
Don't you-don't you all?" de.
manded the unhappy youth. Some do,
Of course. Would you? Haven't your
He was reckless, brutal. now. The
young woman before him started
shivered. She passed a hand cropping
ly across her bosom, across her brow
there was a strained. very strong
quality in the air of Graystone Hall
that evening. Thought seemed to
leap to thought, mind to mind. swiftly
without trouble for many words. These
two at last looked at each other face
to face. deliberately. she gazing be
meath heavy, half-closed lids, a superb
q beautiful woman, a creature for any
mans admiration. He was a manly
young chap. He stood a victor as she
had seen but now. He gazed at her
out of eyes open and direct. Reck
less, brutal in his despair, he now al
lowed-for the first time In all their
many meetings-his heart to show
through his eyes. For the first time,
their yes met full.
you must not ask that" said she
quickly. Il wouldn't want to tell you
anything but the truth about It." She
was breathing faster now.
What is the truth about Il? I want
to know IL any woman is worth while.
I'm down and out myself. and II
doesn't matter for me. I just won.
dered."
II used to see you often about the
Office" said che i~rrelevantly, when
o came In to see Mr.. Rawn. I rath.
er thought Grace was lucky, then!
was just a girl then, you know. Char,
ley"
What do you mean. Mrs. Rawn?"
Nothing. What did you think
meant?"
II didn't know. I've never dared
think much. | supposed everything
going to come out right some
how. Now it's come out wrong.
don't know just where II began. Don't
you see. Mrs. Rawn, it's all like a faul-
ty conclusion I'm logic? II builds up
fine for a long time. Then all at once
things go wrong-it's absurd, and you
wonder why. Well. it's because there's
what you call a faulty premise some
where down close to the start. II
that's the case, there isn't anything in
all the world is ever going to make a
conclusion ONE out right. | reckon
there's a wrong premise somewhere
down In my life, or ours. or In thisl"
He swept an arm. indicating Mr..
opulent surroundings.
I'm only a woman, Charley. Maybe
| don't understand you"
well I'll tell you. There's wealth.
everything here. Where did
they get IL? They took more than
heir share"
Now you're talking like a Socialist.
Mr.. Rawn tells me you are a Socialist,
Charley"
IL don't believe I am. But be-
ieve a good many would be II they'd
gone through what I have. Now, what
hose two took, they took from me-
what you've got here you got from me.
I don't mind that. The big trouble is
wrong premise about Il is-that
what they took they took from this
this country. And there are
SO many who even are hungry"
"Oh. we'd never get done II we be
way, you know that. Not all can be
Her eyes still came about to
him.
Yes, all success succeeds-until
that wrong premise comes out. Then
there's troubled"
Are you going to sell us out, Char
she demanded suddenly.
Il never sold out anybody. I'm the
one that's been sold out"
Aren't we your real friends?"
mo. You ought to be. but you
aren't. The only friends I've got are
there In the factory-Jim and
Ann Sullivan, Tim Carney-a few OF
the working-men that stuck 1t
through. They've killed Ave men for
over there. Their sluggers are out
all the time. AS for me, I don't fit
In, either there or here. Look here.
Mrs. Rawn." he went on, turning upon
her suddenly and placing his hand i'm
pulsively on hers. 'Let me tell you
something. I haven't sold out-rm
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