Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-03-31
mo" He said, iSfAnswer to Her Look,
"Hs Won't Rouse Again"

NO." He said, IL Answer to Her Look,
"Hs Won't Rouse Again."
couch and laid her lips on the pallid
forehead.
Tit was sassoon. Monty" she
said, and her voice broke on the first
lie she had ever told.
Thank God !''he gasped. He strug-
gled to raise himself on his elbow.
then suddenly the strength faded out
and he settled back. a%
Her CRY brought the doctor. but this
time the restorative seemed Of no
avail. and after time he came and
touched her shoulder. With q last
long look at the ash-pale face on the
settee she followed him from the room.
In the yellow pt rlor he put her into q
chair.
NO." he said, in answer to her look,
The won't rouse again"
II will wait" she told him. and he
left her. shutting the door with care
ful softness. -
But the slight figure with its silver
hair. sitting there. was not alone.
Ghosts were walking up and down.
Not the misty wraiths John Valiant
had at times imagined went fitting
along the empty corridors. but faces
very clear In tho sunlight, that came
and went with the memories 80 long
woven over by the shuttle of time
evoked now by the touch of key that
her hand still clenched tightly in It's
palm.
There welled over her In tide those
days Of puzzle, the weeks Of waiting
silence, the slow memorable months Of
heartache. the long years that had
deepened the mystery Of Beauty Vail
ants exile. In the first shock Of the
news that Sassoon had fallen by HE
hand. she had thought she could not
forgive him that broken faith. She
and his promise to her had not weighed
in the balance against the idea of
manly "honor!" But this bitterness
had at length slipped away. HE will
write." she had told herself, land ex-
plain" But no word had come. Whis-
pers had fitted to her-the tale Of
Sassoon's ntoxication-s tinging barbs
that clung to Beauty Valiant's name.
That these should rest unanswered
had filed her with resentment and
anger. Slowly, but with deadly surety.
had grown the belief that he no longer
cared. In the end there had been left
her only pride-the pride that covers
it, wound and smiles. And she had
hidden her wound with flowers. But
in the deepest we'll Of her heart her
love for him had rested unchanged.
clear and defined ~ q moss in amber,
wrapped in that mystery Of silence.
In the little haircloth trunk back in
her room lay an old scrap-book. It
held few leaves torn from letters and
many newspaper clippings. From
these she had known Of his work, his
marriage, the great commercial sue.
cess for which his name had stood
the name that from the day Of his 60
ing, she had 20 seldom taken upon her
lips. Some Of them had dealt with
his habits and idiosyncrasies. hints of
an altered personality, and aloofness
or loneliness that had set him apa.t
and made him. in way. stranger 70
those who should have knowp% him
best. Thus her mind had come to
hold . double image: The grave man
these Swallowed forth, and the man
she had loved. whose youthful face wa
In the locket she wore always on her
breast. It was this face that was
printed on her heart, and when John
Valiant had stood before her on the
porch 1t Rosewood. It had seemed To
have risen. instinct from that old
grave.
He - not - eilenool h I'D