The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-05-26
The Ambition of
Mark Truitt

| After discreet interyal-lont
enough, as he thought, for the inter
ment OF the dead past-Jeremlai
! Quinby sought 10 revive the paieon
biological propaganda. He found ina
for once the public memory was Ions
and laid more stress on the fateiuI
twins OF production than on lcthyo
sauri and kindred monsters. The ali
was darkened with poisoned baros OIL
satire and derision There fell a
great philanthropist, pierced TO the
heart. That is to say, Quinby retired
| from the realm OF beneticence and his
rival reigned absolute once more.
A heavy troubled silence was In
the little room. Kazia stood passive
ly by the table. waiting for Mark ia
speak After long while be raised
his eyes TO hers.
"Kazia, you poor romantic fool
Did you think any amount OF money
was worth that--even IL he had kept
| his word? When ! think what-ohr
how could you think OF II! 2
III wanted" she answered in queer
lifeless voice. as II benumbed by this
crisis into which they had stumbled,
II wanted TO do one thing for you
and your happy city"
my happy city What happiness
could II have had, built on that? And
hadn't you given me enough"
81 gave you only love.
Only"
1T was all had TO give. It wasn't
enough
Il wish ! could have given as much
as you" The wistful words slipped
out.
He stepped closer to her.
"Kazia, this has got TO end"
yes"
you must marry me tomorrow"
Life, and with II pain, fickered once
more.
You are trying TO give something
now But I'm glad you said that"
I'm asking you TO give something
more You will?"
why do you ask it?"
Because I've hurt you enough.
did hurt you when / let you-led you
10 sin. even though we kept It a Sc
cret from the world. want TO make
you happy-you said yourself we've
broken law ] want happiness
and can't have IL. knowing that fol
all I've taken from you I've giveI
nothing"
She tried TO smile; the sight OF 4
cut TO his heart. Every reason bu
the one But I'm glad you wouldn'
lie to me now The smile faded
You see. can't"
"Kazia, dear" he pleaded, "yoI
mustn't you can't refuse. All th'
rest OF our lives hangs on this. W.
can't sin any longer. Don't you see
the freedom in love we dreamed coult
never bring a lasting content? Love
is more than pretty holiday In tn
woods. It's a force with a PURPOSE
we can't ignore without being hurt
We've taken Il and we can't shirl
It's responsibilities Come, dear W.
started wrong lets begin over again
Let's give love new birth
i His voice rang with q longing she
lcould not understand but he coulC
not touch her She shook her heaC
Ispiritlessly.
There can be no new birth so Ions
as there Is memory You could never
forget that that am not clean.
DO you think me SO small as e
hold my own fault against you? IL Is
my sin, too" he stepped closer
reaching out his arms to take her
Come. dear. your poor little reason.
aren't enough
She shrank away from his clasp
trembling Into the tired white fac,
came look OF fear and despair she
glanced this way and that. as though
she sought an escape. Her hands
went TO her face Then she forced
them down and her eyes TO his.
Il thought thought you under
stood. II wasn't clean-befor,
We sinned The doctor who helped
me, +" She could say no more.
Suspicion had not prepared him for
this He stared fo0lishly al her
showing how he recoiled from IN,
tfact her broken words had revealed
lie did not then think Il strange tina,
the shame OF a woman he did NO
love should stab 80 deeply.
"kazia, how could yOu-how couIt
you
After a while he forgot his owl
pain a little In pity for the sient