News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1914-06-10

"Why not?" he demanded. "You
who plan to do such devilish thing
in the eyes of God and of men, can
you be afraid to hear what it really is
you plan? You will listen!"
He took step nearer. He caught
her roughly by the shoulders. He
buried his lips into the soft tendrils
shouted: You are going to rob poor
little Woman-step into her house and
snatch away her husband-and the
only excuse you can offer is that you
want his money. Why don't you rob
somebody outright and get away with
it? It's more honest"
Katherine shrank from him with
a cry of protest
And all the while you love me-"
he went on, passionately, you love
me-
81 don't" she sobbed.
"YOu lie!" he accused, holly.
well, supposing | dC-what can
you give me?" she asked coolly.
What can l give your" he repeated.
Then with look of utter loathing in
his eyes; you contemplate little"
and he flung her from him.
you're going to sell what's mine
to the highest bidder" he painted.
"But SHADES not divorced yet, and
before you get out of this dirty mire
you'll regret it. You'll find yourself
SO deep III scandal"
Il went" Katherine protested, We
hementIy, II won't have a scandal"
They'll say he's your lover" his
rage turning into fury.
Katherine locked at him as if she
had been turned to stone. Then the
real significance of what he had said
famed to flame the rage that was
burning in her heart-rage at him
at conditions-at everything! She
gripped her fingers around one of the
lovely roses at her belt and crushed
1t to pulp. Then she ripped them
from her goWn-his roses-and threw
them among the blazing logs in the
fireplace.
She turned to him with a bitter
laugh. I'm through with you-and
your insults" and she fed from the
room.
Katherine did not go a moment too
soon, for scarcely had the folding
doors closed behind her when the
door from the smoking-room swung
open, and with noisy talk the few re-
naming members of the dinner party
struggled in.
In her agitated condition, even Kath-
crime would have found it difficult to
regain her cOmpCsure sufficiently to
meet these men.
Ex-Governor Hibbard was in a par.
ticularly happy frame of mind The
senator's excellent viands and the SEN
ator's choice wines and the senator's
Havanas had succeeded in making him
feel well satisfied with the world in
general and with Slade in particular.
His round face was flushed and his
string tie a trife awry.
Had a good time, SENATOR" he said,
removing his cigar, but there were
too many swallowtails here for me to-
night. When / was governor of the
state never wore one. No, nor a plug
hat, either"
Il never wore one, and I never
will" seconded Colonel Smith, typ
zeal long, lean, lanky westerner, with
the inevitable western cut beard and
hair a bit too long.
Governor, you're right" and Strick-
land gave each man a resounding slap
on the shoulder. Colonel, stick to
your guns. They're nuisance. Now,
boys, forget your homes and your
trains. The others are all gone. Let
US, the ringleaders, adjourn to the
dining-room and over one of my
punches"
7 The governor patted his stomach |
tenderly. The mention of the sena- |
tors punch was all that was necessary
to weaken his desire to catch a train |
"Ah! Strickland's punch! I'm with |
you"
NOW, gentlemen" interrupted Mer- |
ritt in a business-like manner, before |
we split up tonight it's understood |
were all Slade menu"
"All Slade men!" was the unani- |
nous shout from the colonel, the ex-
Governor Hunt, pious old Pop Hart |
and Ingram.
and we're preparing to cope with |
SHADES domestic trouble should it |
come up, and it will" went on Mer- !
rift.
"The devil, StriclR" broke in the |
colonel. Cant it be patched up I'M
til after election?"
NO, gentlemen" The senator vas |
unctuOus but firm. we must take |
6lade as we find him or-drop him. |
We're in the hands Of a peculiar and /
dominant personality. We can't make /
these big fellows to order"
what. l can't understand" COM |
planned Hubbard. throwing the stub |
of his cigar into the fireplace, lis why |
they can't get on together"
Take it from me, gentlemen, it's /
her fault" exclaimed Merritt, as much /
in favor Of Slade as he had previously |