The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1915-07-01

Her sisterl" uttered the man unbe-
lievingly. Il have married the child
Therese. I have held her sister in my
arms all these months aud never knew.
II is a dream. l."
"Ah, but you have felt even though
-"
He struck the table violently with
his fist. His eyes we're blazing What
manner of woman are you? What
were you planning to do to that un-
happy boy-her soni Are you fiend
to-"
In good time, James, you will know
what manner OF woman I am" she In
terrupted quietly Sinking back in the
chair she resumed the broken strain,
all the time watching him through
halfclosed eyes. "She died ten years
ago. Her boy was twelve years old.
She never saw him after the night you
turned her away from this house. On
her deathbed. as she was releasing her
pure, undefiled soul to Gods keeping.
she repeated to the priest who went
through the unnecessary form OF alb
solving her-she repeated her solemn
declaration that she had never wronged
you by thought or deed | had always
believed her, the holy priest believed
her. God believed her. You woult
have believed her. too. James Brood
She was a good woman. Do you hearl
And you put a curse upon her ant
drove her out into the night. Thai
was not all. You prosecuted her to tn,
end OF her unhappy life. You did thai
to my sisterl"
"And yet you married me- he mut
tered thickly.
mot because loved you--oh, mol
She loved you to the day OF her death
after all the misery and suffering you
had heaped upon her. No woman evei
endured the anguish that she suffered
throughout those hungry years. You
kept her child from her. You denied
him to her, even though you denied
him to yourself. Why did you keep
him from her? She was his mother
She had borne him, he was all hers
But mol It was your revenge to de
prive her OK the child she had brought
into the world You worked deliberate
ly in this plan to crush what little
there was left II life for her. You kept
him with you, though you branded him
with name l cannot utter; you guard.
ed him as II he we're your most
precious possession and not curse to
your pride; you did this because you
knew that you could drive the barb
more deeply into her tortured heart.
You allowed her to die. after years OF
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} without one glimpse of her boy. with.
out ever having heard the word mother
on his lips. That Is what you did to
my sister. For twelve long years you
, gloated over her misery Oh. God.
man, how hated you when I married
r you'll" She paused breathless.
l you are creating an excuse for your
] devilish conduct" he exclaimed harsh
ly. "You are like Matilde. false to the
5 core. You married me for the luxury I
: could provide. Notwithstanding the
curse had put upon your sister.
4 don't believe word of what you are
saying to-"
Don't you believe that am her sis
teri"
. "You--yes. by heaven, must believe
4 that Why have been so blind? You
! are the little Therese, and you hated
3 me in those other days. remember
we'll the"
: "A child's despairing hatred because
4 you we're taking away the being she
loved best OF all. VIII you believe me
D when say that my hatred did not en-
! dure for long? When her happy. Joy.
' ous letters came back to US filled with
{ accounts Of your goodness. your devo-
tion, IL allowed my hatred to die. I
I forgot that you had robbed me. came
| to look upon you as the fairy prince.
] after all It was not until she came all
r the way across the ocean and began to
!. die before our eyes-she was years In
! dying-it was not until then that be-
; gan to hate you with real. undyins
) hatred"
, "And yet you gave yourself to me-"
|, he cried. "You put yourself in her
i place. In heavens name. what was to
= be gained by such an act as that?"
z II wanted to take Matilde's boy away
' from you." she hurried on. and for the
4 first time her eyes began to waver.
y "The idea suggested itself to me the
/. night met you at the comtesse's diE-
9 ner II was wonderful. tremendous
I thought that entered my brain. At
I first my real self revolted. but as time
Q went on the idea became an obsession.
? | married you, James Brood. for the
Q sole purpose of hurting you In the
a worst possible way; by having Ma
0 tides son strike you where the pain
|, would be the greatest. All. you are
Q thinking that would have permitted
myself to have become his MISTRESS
= but you are mistaken. l am not that
y bad. would not have damned his
soul in that way. would not have
I betrayed my sister In that way. Far
o more subtle was my design. confess
Q that II was my plan to make him fall In
/ love with me and In the end to run
n | away with him leaving YOU to think