The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-11-19
CHAPTER XVI-Continued.

u bis dead VINE anu the music master.
CHAPTER XVI-Continued.
1T was made in Vienna" interrupted
frederick, not without a strange thrill
satisfaction in his soul, and before
lou we're married, I'd say. On the
sck Of it is written: TO my own
geetheart'-in Hungarian, Yvonne
avs There! Look at her. She was
ike that when you married her. God,
bow adorable she must have been. To
by own sweetheart Ho ho!"
A hOarse cry Of rage and pain bust
tom BroOd's lips. The world went red
seiOre his eyes.
To my own sweetheart he cried
out He sprang forward and struck
be photograph from Frederic's hand.
Riell to the floor at his feet. Before
be young man could recover from his
surprise, Brood's foot was upon the
BIT Of cardboard. Don't raise your
Asld to me- Don't you dare to strike
mel Now l shall tell you who that
sEeetheart vast"
Half an hour later James Brood de-
aended the stairs alone. He went
straight to the library where he knew
bat he could find Yvonne. Ranjab,
sanding in the hall, peered into his
Ehite drawn face as he passed, and
started forward as if to speak to him.
But Brood did not see him. He did
not Lift his gaze from the floor. The
Hindu went swiftly up the stairs. a
teeD dread in his soul.
The shades were down. Brood
stopped inside the door and looked
dally about the library. He was on
ne point Of retiring when Yvonne
sIosa to him out of the shadowy cor
leT beyond the fireplace.
Close the door," she said huskily
iaen she emerged slowly, almost like
: speeter, from the dark background
ioFmed by the huge mahogany book,
Eases that lined the walls, from floor
. ceiling You were a long time
v there" she went on.
Why is it so dark in here, Yyonne?"
lsasAed lifelessly
80 that it would not be possible for
u 10 see the shame in your eyes.
lanes"
ne leaned heavily against the long
sDle. She came up and stood across
y table from him, and he felt that
sf eyes we're searching his very soul.
] have hurt him beyond all chance
" recovery" he said hoarsely.
On, you coward" she cried, lean
over the table, her eyes blazing
can understand it in you. You have
soll,of your own. What have you
0he 10 your son, James Brood?'
tie drew back as if from the impact
q oloW Coward? If have crushed
Y soul it was done in time, Yvonne,
saeprlye you Of the glory of doing it.
what did he say to you about me?"
lou have had your fears for moth
he did not put you in jeopardy"
said scornfully.
know He is not a coward she
ID calmly
ID your heart you are reyiling me.
y Judge me as one guilty soul
uses another Suppose that | we're
eOnless to you that / left him up
as with all the hope, all the life
asled out of his eyes-with a wound
1ls heart that will never stop bleed
mat | left him because | was
~ lot what had done and could
I s'and by and look upon the wreck
aau created. Suppose"
am still thinking of you as COW.
"nat is it to me that you are
now! What have you done to
. ., Fretched, unhappy boy?"
,,, 9 VIII tell YOU soon enough. Then
y VIII despise me even more than |
sp'as myself. Cod He - he
asa at me with his mothers eyes
asn ! kept on striking blows at his
y soul Her eyes-eyes that were
~ pleading with mel But, curse
always scotFing at me! For a
ALTERED, There was a wave
g-yes, love, not pity, for him
saw him go down before the
hurled at him. 1t was as i'll
o.,, nun the only thing in all the
- mat love, Then it passed. He
n, lOt meant for me to love. He was
.of me to despise. He was born
vl'ufe me as have tortured him"
litering. u' Hei eyes
sune1lmes have doubted my own
ne went on as if he had not