Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-01-10

only thing you can do. 1 am married
and I-love my husband very much,
and l am happy"
What am l to you them" he
cried And the VOWS we swore-
the life we were to have together
What's all this to you, Break o
Day?"
OH" she said piteously, its a
memory. It's sweet memory,
Harry. of few mad days when I
was a child. But it's only memory
now. I'm happy here and at peace.
Won't YOU please leave me so?
Please?"
only a memory" he demand~7
Yes, only that" she said, only
that
It's not true. my LADY," said the
brown young man. And all at once
she put her hands over her face and
began to cry. for she was afraid,
and the strange, mad intoxication of
this mans presence was almost as
fresh and as potent as it had been
in those distant days-four years
distant now. She was back again
on the slow Mediterranean liner. and
the odd young man whom her brother
had met in the smoke-room and had
presented to her as a sort of living
curiosity was there too. He walked
beside her round the deck and leaned
with her over the rail in the eve
ming after dinner; and on that last
night before they landed he sat with
her for a stolen, never-to- forgotten
hour up on the hurricane deck hidden
from all the world.
A ghost of old agony stirred in her
so that she shivered with it. Be-
tween the hands that covered her face
she cried out upon him:
Why did you never come to me?
Why didn't you come? l sat waiting
day after day. And at night /
prayed"
The man seemed, for a moment, to
have no answer to that, and she
dropped her hands and stared at him.
At last he said in a low voice;
''At frst-for a little time-I was
afraid. I had doubts. Not of my
self. OF you. You were so young
without Injuries comforts - meant.
And then all at once I fell i'll, When
I came out again you had gone
abroad. So l lost you"
His voice rose suddenly to a cry.
and he caught her hands in his and
held them against him.
Break o. Day." he cried out, do
you think I'm going to lose you
again? Do you think I'm going to
be twice a fool2 I've found you at
last. Oh, my dearl I've found you at
last, and I shan't let you go again"
She strained weakly away from
him, but he held her fast and she was
helpless. Once more she began a
sort of frightened sobbing:
Won't you please go away and let
haopad t'TiTn ca
happy here, I tell you I love my
husband. Please won't you go?"
Happy" he cried with a great
scorn. "My lady, you don't know
what happiness is. You thought you
were happy before we first met on
that ship What did you think of
that sort of happiness after a weeks
time? l tell you you're a prisoner
here. A prisoner to your own blind
ness and to a set of conventions that
dull people have hedged you in with.
Break o. Day, there's all the
great free world out yonder, and it's
full of sunlight and roses and rest
and love-the sort Of love you don't
even know the outside Of"
An instant's desperate strength
came to the woman. She wrenched
her hands from his grasp and STUN
bled backward until she was at arms
length. Her eyes stared upon him
with a bewildered horror.
do you realize what you are say
ing?" she demanded. What am
letting you say? Be STILL Harry For
my sake, If you have no shame for
yourself, be still"
Then she gave a sudden low cry,
and caught at the mans arm.
LOOK! Look!' she whispered MY