Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1915-10-22


". vet with a sadness that told the
greatness Of his sacrifice.
"You leave me no choice" he said
simply. "You have won l shall re-
tire from public life"
To-day. you rememhen-
Il remember
Iueene started up,
NO. no. she breathed wildly. She
went swiftly to her husband and
placed her two hands on his shoulders
and looked down into his face with
her eyes twin flames Of dusSy azure,
burning through n mist Of tears. "oh.
my dear you cant-you can't No. |
say. you shan't. | can't let you do
this dreadful thing no, ne! oh, let
me go instead-you must. | can't
spoil your life like this. dear. Let me
go-let me GO,
wainwright ordered the three crooks
and the detective TO leave the room.
In Wamwrights ewes shoue unut.
terable love loF the beautiful woman
whose heart was SO torn by anguish
brought upon her through love of him.
At least he must strive TO comfort her
to assuage her grief, since her hove re
mained to him. As for this other thing
it was. after all, by comparison, a lit
tie thing. Yet. even as he thought so
it was with difficulty that he checked
the groan that rose to his lips. 1t is
no light thing to tear out by the roots
the honorable ambition of a strong
mans lifetime.
The husbands voice was colorless.
"What would be the user he said
sadly. AS to your leaving me, why.
wherever you might 20 | should fol
low" The wife buried her face in het
hands and shook with sobbing.
"There. there he cried soothingly
dlstraught by her agony. He stood
up and drew her into his arms, caress
ing her hair with exquisite tenderness
in the gentle touch OF his fingers
Hush. hush, darling. Don't YOU
know. Lucene, that | have yen, and
so nothing-nothing else mattersf y
The scene failed somehow TO give its
evil genius the bliss he had thought
ia find i'm il. This lovers rapture made
mock of his vengeance. Yet. even
as he asserted this 50 himself, Andrew
knew in his soul that he lied; that the
venom OF iri- /, ,i,,ss....i5 ..:;s; even
stronger than he had guessed TO poi
SON the we'll of his enemy's hopes and
its virulence would increase, not lessen
Nevertheless there was disappointment
To him here in the hour of triumph
He had gained all for which he had
striven-yes. all! And something more
the misery of Lucene!
In fury of rage against his own
weakness Andrew thrust the thought
of I.ueene from him. His voice broke
gratingly.
Your resignation in writing, Mr.
Wainwright, if you please
Wainwright spoke listlessly.
81 will write it in my study at once
and bring it TO you here. Come WIFE
me. Lueene.'
Abruptly, violently, the wife tore her
self from HIS arms. As he rested mo
tionless amazed she darted to An.
drew, elutehed his wrist in her tive
hands. when he would have reeoileo
involuntarily before this onslaught OF
the woman he had wronged. Her voice
came softly, haldngly, painfully
weighted with the burden of loves
tragedy. Tie violet eyes, humid, ten
der. Infinitely pathetic in their plead
.ag. met his ere he could turn his gazt
aside and held him in their spell
"Oh, Andrew" She cried, Il have
trusted you-I have loved you! BE
cause of that | have tried to think
,ow YOU could do this terrible thing
20 me-"
"AIust we go into that nowT' the
man demanded roughly as she paused.
He felt his strength slipping from him.
He felt his wrath leaping high, wrath
against himself, against fate-not
against her.
"Yes, we must" she said bravely,
"for | may never speak to you again.
/ have tried to think what 1t could be.
And now-now / lSnowi | understand
at last. 1t was because you loved your
brother so much because you loved
him so that nothing else mattered at
all Isn't that 1t, Andrew
"Yes, that is It," he answered husk-
fly.
"But don't you see-dont you seer
she questioned with the fierceness of
one bereaycd you've hated the man
/ love. And because you think be sac
rificed your brother whom you loved
now you viii sacrifice mo in the same
way. Don't you see, Andrew Her
eyes probed the farthest recesses of
his soul. They tortured him with their
poignant reproach. yet he could not
turn from them 50 great was the
strength Of her weakness.
But, though he understood too well,
he still struggled impotenuy against
her, against self he thought dead.
NO, no." he stammered. mo, p
Lucene went on:
"You can't ruin his life, Andrew,
without running mine too. You cant
| YOU can'tr Her VOICES music rose
| throbbing. Don't you care what be
| comes of me, Andrew? Do you know
| you are turning my love into hatef
| You don't want that Oh you don't!
/ know you don't, Andrew. You are
| not going to tell me now that bate, not
| love. is to rule your life and mine. On,
| surely, Andrew, you are not going TO
send me through the rest Of my life
hating you as you have hated him
not that! No, Andrew. you can't
| tell you, you can't?'
| Slowly, at last. the lids dropped over
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