The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1915-06-03

received from you. hope IN never
see you again. II | ever have a son
I'll not treat him as you've treated
your son. BY God. you don't deserve
the honor OF being called father. You
don't deserve to have son. wish
TO God had never been obliged to call
| you father. l don't know what you
did to my mother, but II you treated
her as Just then my husband found
his voice. He sprang to his feet, and
I've never seen such a look OF rage
! thought he was going to strike Fred
eric and think screamed-just a
little scream. OF course. was so ter
-ihed. But he only said--and II was
horrible the way he said it--'You fool
you bastardl' And Frederic laughed
In his face and cried out. unafraid. I'm
glad you call me a bastard! BY God.
I'd rather be one than to be your SON
II would at least give me something
to be proud of--a real father.
Good heavenl" fell from Mrs. Des-
mond's white lips.
Yvonne seemed to have paused to
catch her breath. Her breast heaved
convulsively, the grip OF her hands
tightened on the arms OF the chair.
Suddenly she resumed her recital, but
her voice was hoarse and tremulous.
81 was terribly frightened. thought
OF calling out to Jones, but IL had
no voice! All. you have never seen two
angry men waiting to spring at each
others throats, Mrs. Desmond. My
husband suddenly regained control OF
himself. He was very calm. Come
with me- he said to Frederic. This
ia not the place to wash our filthy
family linen. You say you want some
thing to be proud OF. Well. you shall
have your wish. Come to my study
And they went away together. neither
speaking a word to me-they did no
even glance in my direction. The,
went up the stairs. heard the doo'
close behind them-away up there
That was half an hour ago. | hav'
waiting now-to comfort Frederi'
when he comes out OF that room |
;. wreck"
Mrs. Desmond started up. an incred
ulous look in her eyes.
! "You are taking his side? You ar
: against your husband? oh. now
know the kind OF woman you are.
l. know"
"Peacel You do not know the kin
Of woman am. You never viii know
I, Yes. shall take sides with Frederic.
II you do not love your husbandl
/ A strange. unfathomable smile cam
| into Yvonne's face and stayed there
h Mrs. Desmond experienced the sam
H odd feeling she had had years ago o
II first seeing the Sphinx. She was SUE
II denly confronted by an unsolvabl
II mystery.
| "He shall not drive me out OF HI
y house. Mrs. Desmond" was her al
( swer to the challenge.
I A door slammed in the upper r
5 gions OF the house. Both women star
m ed to their feet
Y 1T is over" breathed Yvonne. wit
y tremulous sigh.
I'VE shall see how we'll they wei
able to take care OF themselves. Mr.
Brood" said Mrs. Desmond In 10
- voice
I'VE shall see-yes." said the othe
mechanically. Suddenly she turns
on the tall. accusing figure beside he
go away! Go now! | commar
. you to go. This is our affair, MI
Desmond. You are not needed her
You we're too late. as you say. b.
OF you. go!" She strode swift
toward the door, AS she was abo
to place her hand on the knob II WI
opened from the other side. and Ra
jab stood before them.
o "Sahib begs to be excused. Mrs. Dc
. mond. He is just going out"
- "Going out?" cried Yvonne. who hi
~ shrunk back into the room.
Eyes, sahibah. You will please {
70 cuse. Mrs. Desmond. He regret We
~ much"
Mrs. Desmond passed slowly throu
the door. which he held open for h'
:" As she passed by the Hindu she look
- full into his dark. expressive ey,
~ and there was question In hers.
% did not speak. but she read the answ
as II It we're on a printed page. II
shoulders dropped.
She went back to Lydia.
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