The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-08-26

I'VE go tomorrow" she cried out,
in an ecstasy Of triumph. She was
convinced that he would go! LII
P~rovence!"
Good God in heaven!" he gasped,
dropping suddenly into a chair and
burying his face in his shaking hands.
What will this mean to Lydia-what
will she do-what will become of her.?
A culver of pain crossed the WON
ans face, her eyelids fel! as IL TO shut
out something that shamed her in
spite of all her vainglorious protesta'
tons. Then the spirit of exaltation re
sumed its sway.
You cannot marry Lydia now" she
said, affecting a sharpness of tone that
caused him to shrink involuntarily. III
is your duty to write her a letter to.
night, explaining all that has hap
pened today. She would sacrifice her.
self for you today, but there is-to-
morrow! A thousand tomorrows, Fred
eric. Don't forget them, nay dear
They would be ugly after all, and she
is too good, too fine to be dragged
into"
you are right" he exclaimed, leap
ing to his feet. 1T would be the vilest
act that a man could perpetrate
Why-why it would be proof of what
he says Of melt would stamp me
forever the bastard he-No, no, | could
never lift my head again II | were to
do this utterly vile thingto Lydia. He
said to me here-not An hour ago
that he expected me to go ahead and
blight that loyal girls life, that ]
would consider it a noble means OF
self-justification! What do you think
of that? He But wait! What is
this that we are proposing to do
Give me time to think! Why-why,
I can't take you away from him
Yvonne! God in heaven, what am
thinking Of? Have I no sense OF
honor? Am L"
You are not his son." she said,
significantly.
But that is no reason why I should
stoop to a foul trick like this. Do
do you know what you are suggest,
ing?" He drew back from her with a
look of disgust in his eyes. No! I'm
not that vile! /"
Frederic. you must let me"
81 don't want to hear anything
more, Yyonne. What name of WON.
an are you? He is your husband. he
loves you. he trusts you-oh. yes, he
does! And you would leave him like
this? You would"
Hush! Not SO loud!" she cried, in
great agitation.
"And let me tell you something
more. Although I can never marry
Lydia, by heaven, I shall love her to
the end Of my life. | will not betray
that love. To the end Of time she shall
know that my love for her is real and
true and"
Wait! Give me time to think" she
pleaded. He shook his head reso-
lutely. do not Judge me too harshly.
Hear what l have to say before you
condemn me. ! am not the vile crea'
ture you think. Frederic. Wait! Let
me Think"
He stared at her for q moment in
deep perplexity, and then slowly drew
near. Il do not believe you mean to
do wrong-I do not believe it Of you.
You have been carried away by some
horrible"
Listen to me-" she broke in, fierce.
ly. 81 would have sacrificed you-ay,
sacrificed you, poor boy-for the JOY
it would give me to see James Brood
grovel in misery Cor the rest of his
life. Obi" She uttered a groan of
despair and self-loathing 30 deep and
full of pain that his heart was chilled.
Good Lord. Yvonne!" he gasped,
dumfounded.
do not come nea me- she cried
out, covering her face with her hands.
For a full minute she stood before him,
straight and rigid as a statue, a tragic
figure he was eve to forget. Sud
denly she lowered her hands. To his
surprise, a smile was on her lips. You
would never have gone away with me,
l know it now. All these months
have been counting on you for this
very hour-this eliminating hour-and
now ! realize how little hope / have
really had, even from the beginning
You are honorable. There have been
times when my influence over you was
such that o resisted only because
you were loyal to yourself-not to
Lydia, not to my husband-but Ia
Yourself. l came to this house with
bat one purpose in mind. I came here
to take you away from the man who
has always stood as your father.
would not have become your mistress
-pah! how loathsome it sounds! But
l would have enticed you away, be-
lieving myself to be justified. | would
have struck James Brood that blow,
He would have gone to his grave be-
lieying himself to have been paid in
full by the son of the woman he had
degraded, by the boy he had reared
for the slaughter, by the blood"
"In Gods name. Yvonne, what is
this you are saying? What have you
against my-against him?"
What! I shall come to that.
did not stop to consider all that |
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