The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-10-08

| than he. There was doubtless no 9th
er man in the mountains. He had ex-
pected to find him when he approach
ed the hut and was ready for him.
TO the fire of his ancient hatred and
jealousy was added new fuel that
increased its heat and flame. This
man had come between Armstrong and
the woman he loved before and had
got away unscathed; evidently he had
come between him and this new wo-
man he loved Well, he should be
made to suffer for it this time and by
Armstrong; own hands. The in
slant Newbold had entered the room
Armstrong had thirsted to leap upon
him, and he meant to do it. One or
the other of them, he swore in his
heart, should never leave that room
alive,
But Newbold should have his chance.
Armstrong was as brave, as fearless,
as intrepid, as any man on earth.
There was much that was admirable
In his character; he would not take
any man at disadvantage in an en-.
counter such as he proposed He
would not hesitate to rob man OF his
wife II he could, and he would not
shrink from any deceit necessary to
gain his purpose with woman, for
good or evil, but he had his own ideas
of honor, he would not shoot an en-
envy In the back for instance.
Singular perversion, this, to which
some minds are liable! To take from
man his wife by subtle and under
hand methods, to rob him of that
which makes life dear and sweet
there was nothing dishonorable in
that! But to take his life, thing of
Infinitely less moment, by the same
process-that was not to be thought
of. In Armstrong; code it was right,
1t was imperative, to confront a man
with the truth and take the consequent
ces, but to confront a woman with lie
and take her body and soul, if so be she
might be gained, was equally admir-
able And there are other souls than
Armstrong; in which this moral in
consistency and obliquity about men
and women has Judgment!
Armstrong confronted Newbold
therefore, lustful of battles; he yearn-
ed to leap upon him, his fingers itched
to grasp him, then trembled slightly as
he rubbed them nervously against his
thumbs; his face protruded little, his
eyes narrowed.
"My name is Armstrong" he said,
determined to precipitate the issue
without further delay and flnging the
words at the other in tone of hec-
toring defiance which, however
strange to say. did not seem to effect
Newbold in any perceptible degree.
The name was an illumination to
him, though not at all in the way the
speaker had fancied; the recollection
OF it was the one fact concerning her
that ranked in the soltary's mind.
He had often wanted to ask Enid Matt
land what she had meant by that
chance allusion to Armstrong which
she had made in the beginning Of their
acquaintance, but he had relrained.
At first lie had no right 10 question
her; there could be no natural end to
their affec .ons; and latterly when
Their hearts had been disclosed to each
other in the wild, tempestuous, pas
s.onate scenes of the last two or three
days, he had had things of greater mo-
neut 10 engage his attention, subjects
OF more IL 5ortance to discuss with
her.
He had f5a The time being forgotten
I'd he had not be.o.e
known VI jealousy vas until he hid
entered tusr room. To have seen her
with az l.-aa would have given him