The Washington times., 1913-08-25
By CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY,
Author Of
sTbc Southerpers" "a Little Traitor to the South"
my Lady's Slipper" Etc
Copyright lsla Frank A. Munsey Company.l
by CYRUS TOwNsE

all getting here. But here is my watch.
1t is worth a great deal of money Philip
gave it to me. That will pay you"
DO you think wish pay. that I
would take anything" cried Kathleen
violently, wishful to strike the out
stretched hand.
Madam" said Ariadne with a sud
den blaze of passion, Il will leave the
| house this instant unless
Kathleen realized the situation. The
woman must stay with her husband now
that there had been such a revelation
between them. There was no other way.
Very we'll" she said. although
shall give it to charity, l must let you
have your own way"
Thank you," said Ariadne
She sat down by the side of the bed
and took her husbands hand in her
You will not prevent me from helm
ing you to nurse him." queried Kath-
leen, gone suddenly humble. There was
| something so desperately hopeless,
crushed. about Ariadne's look that II
actually appealed TO the other woman
/ The triumph had been such a sorry af-
! fair, after all
No" said the wife, you he loves
and your presence may help him-I-I
shall assist you. / shall do what you
say"
Il shall leave you alone with him
for little while, then" said Kathleen.
| Come, JEFF"
She walked out quickly and closed
the door, and no one knew what the
enort cost her She pictured Ariadne
! bending over her husband and pressing
kisses upon his brow. She could almost
| hear her whispered endearments. 1t
| was torture to her, torture the more
ken because all the time her conscience
| smote her at the thought of that brave
| and gallant soldier on the field who
| had trusted her and her honor, whose
| note committed his whilom friend to
her care The note lay on her secre-
tary, where she had carelessly tossed
| II as she found II in her pocket the
, day after Graftons arrival She had
| betrayed her husbands trust, in
thought, at least. She had betrayed
! herself to this woman, Grafton's wife,
| With a bosom wrung and torn with
| conflicting emotions she sank. down
before that secretary and dropped her
head upon the soldierly scrawl, writ
! ten almost in blood, as II were, which
: carried the love and confidence of her
! husband. and sobbed and sobbed. while
! Je1, with that instructive good breed
! ing which slaves sometimes caught
! from their masters, softly left the
! room.
! But Ariadne did not weep. She only
| looked piteously at her husband with
= every hope every aspiration gone She
would have prayed had it been pos
! sible. that she might change places
with him lying there still and dying
! on the bed The fountains of the great
! deeps within her were suddenly dried
| up, and her soul had become an arid
waste of mute expressionless sorrow.
! The head on the pillow moved uneasily
/ and turned in her direction.
! Little sweetheart" came the words
brokenly. She bent forward in one
| flash of hope. instantly gone. There
was no recognition in the wild eyes
that met her own. IF | could only
! have loved her" the fevered voice ran
on. "Ariadne"-
And II was the first time that ne bad
mentioned her name since he had been
stricken down upon that fatal hill.
Continuation of This Story Will
BE Found In TomOrrow's