The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1914-01-02

stealthy visit to Mrs. Van Zandt's
side Of the double house, the master
had left. There seemed a fatal kiad
Of unrest on him. He could not stop
In any land long. 1t was India. then
China. Russia, down into France. Alb.
yes. into France! In Paris he met
some people be knew-a few men.
One Of them said. You remember
Ashleigh?"
Yves; l do remember Ashleigh. the
first secretary Of the English embassy
years ago"
exactly. 1 ran against him here
the other day. He asked for YOU"
Did he? A comfortable British.
husband by this time. | SUPPOSED"
mot in the least. En- route to Limo
ges. think-yes. Limoges. to marty,
he said, the most beautiful woman In
the world"
"Who?' Peters heart %throbbed.
"Could one ask! My dear boy. when
a chap talks like that. you know"
This man laughed; they shook hands
and parted.
Peter went into d cafe and surrepti-
tiously took out the carte de visite OF
Betty and looked at it. But Betty
could not marry; of course not. What
a fool he was. But she might: there
might have been some sort of way by
which she bad freed herself. Ashleigh
had wanted to marry Betty. be knew
that.
He would go at once to Limoges.
No. he would do nothing Of the kind.
Instead. he went to South Africa, deep
in the mines and digged and sweated
and became grimy. and at eventide.
frantic with the unspent forces that
even the spade and the pickax and the
shovel could not seem to exhaust. lie
would lie down under the stars and
awake soaked with the damps: aud
let the sun make him dry: and rise up
again to eat coarsely, drink deeply and
fall down again at twilight like the
beasts. all for the sake of a woman
Then at the end Of six years he got
a better hold of himself and washed
and thrashed his soul and put on the
harnesses Of civilization and got back to
England. He stopped there a twelve
month and each thirty-one days found
Peter Van Zandt more in the power of
the memory of Betty. his wife. than
the preceding thirty-one. He met Ash
leigh and his wife. IL charming Frenc!
girl. and dined with them.
But the close of the seventh year
fetched him back to the United States,
to the old double house his father had
so wisely built.
What was it that urged him?
A Jealous rage. a fierce pang at his
heart: the perhaps belated strangest
phase of that which we call love; not
the pretty envying OF any praise or
worship she might have won from
other men. but the Unsuitable desire
to pit his worship against that Of all
the other men in the world. and so to
win her over again. This was the
goad that dashed Peters soul and sent
him home to America.
Mrs. Van Zandt had never returned.
The faithful servants were as they
had been. quite as II only yesterday
the young master had gone away.
And over in Limoges? The chateau
was for rent: there had to be a new
consul general. While the shepherd
san on the hillsides a song of the
early autumn: while the lily fields
were still white and the poplars whis-
| pered to the wind; while the ever
green's dream was of Christmas and
while the sabots clicked on the paths;
when the harvest was being gathered
and when the grapes were in the
press. Betty. with strange. difficult
new STRINGS in her woman's heart.
! drew all that belonged to her about
her and set sail again from France for
New York.