The Parisian. (Paris, Tenn.) 1907-1962, 1915-01-22
CHAPTER Il.
The New Judith.

FROM steep as from Qruggeo StupOr
Judith Urine awakened, struggling
back to consciousness like some ex-
hausted diver from the black depths
to the star-smitten surface Of night
bound pool.
At first she could by no means rec
ognize her surroundings. This rude
chamber of rough plank walls and
primitive furnishings; this wide, hard
couch she shared with her still slum-
bering sister, Rose; the view revealed
by an open window at the bedside;
fair perspective of tree-clad noun
tains through which wide-bosomed
canyon rolled down to an emerald
plain, conveyed nothing to her intel
ligence.
A formless sense of some epochal
change in the habits and mental proc
esses of young lifetime, added to
her confusion.
What, indeed, had become of the
wild thing. Judith Urine of yesterday?
Surely she had little enough In com
mon with this Judith of today. In
whose heart was no more room for
envy, hatred, malice or any uncharit-
ableness, so full was 1t of love which,
though 1t was focused upon the person
Of one man, none the less embraced
all the world-even her sister and
successful rival In that one mans af-
fections.
This change had not come upon her
without warning. She had been al
most insensibly aware of its advent
through the gradual softening of that
old Judith's hard and vengeful nature
In the course of the last few days.
But now that the revolution was ac-
oomplished, she hardly knew herself
she hardly knew the world indeed.
80 differently did she regard it-not
without something of the wide-eyed
wonderment of child to find all
things 80 new and strange and beauti-
full
And this was the work of Love!
Now the chain of memories was
quite complete, no link lacking in It's
continuity. She recalled clearly every
incident that had marked the slow
growth Of this great love she had for
Alan Law, from that first day, not yet
a month old, when he had escaped the
fiery deathtrap she had set for him
and repaid her only by risking his life
anew to save her from destruction,
down to this very morning when the
stream from hydraulic nozzle had
swept over the brink of three hun
dred-foot precipice crimson racing
automobile containing two desperate
men bent upon comprising the death
Of her beloved.
BY that act of sheer self-defense
the world was richer for the loss Of
two black-hearted blackguards, and
Alan Law might now be considered
safe from further persecution-since
there now remained not one soul loyal
enough to Seneca Urine to prosecute
his private war Of vengeance against
Alan And though that aged mono
maniac had means whereby he might
purchase other scoundrels and cor
rupt them to his hideous purposes,
Judith was determined that he should
never again have any opportunity so
to do. Though Alan. she knew, would
never lift his hand to hinder her
fathers freedom of action. she, Judith,
meant to take such steps as his perse-
cution called for. If there we're any
justice In the land--if there we're any
alienists capable Of discriminating be-
tween Trine's apparent sanity and his
deep-rooted mania--then surely not
many days more should pass into his.
tory without witnessing his consign.
ment to an institution for the crimi-
nal insane.
She, Judith. would see to that. and
The woman sighed once more.
Then Rose and Alan would marry
and live happily ever after.
But what of Judith?
She made a small gesture of resig
citation to her destiny. What became
Nd5fP her no longer mattered, so thai
a. eIere made happy in such hap
taARe4s &s he coveted.
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