The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-06-19
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(Co1ltd nued.1 s Abruptly. violently, the wife tore her self from his arms As he rested mo tionless. amazed, she dafted to An drew, clutched his wrist in her two hands. when he would have recoffed fnvo1untarily before this onslaught of the woman he had wronged. Her voice came softly, haltingly, painfully weighted with the buzden of loves tragedy The violet eyes, humid, ten der, infinitely pathetic in their plead ing met his ere he could turn his gaze aside and held him in their spell.
 s9h. AndFew,,' she cried. T have trusted y0S-I have loved yous Be cause of that have tried to think haw you could do this terrible thing to me-
 Muet we go into that now2s 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 brave7y, sfor I may never speak to you again. I have tried to think what it could be. And novg-now knowi understand at last It was becausesyou loved your brother so much-because you loved him so that nothing else matteEed at alL Isn't that it, AndEewg'
 Yes, that is fl, g he answered husk- fly
 ..But don't you see don't you see2" she questioned with the ferceness Of one bereaved- You've hated the man love. And because yoal think hesac- rfdcad your brother whom you loved now you will sacrifice me 1a Ghe same way. Dent you see, AndFewT Her eyes pr0bed the fartaest recesses of his soul They tortured him with their poignant repruaeh, yet he could not turn from them so great was the strength N0f her weakness.
 But, though he understood too well, he stin struggled ihapotently against ter, against self he thought dead.
 s'No, nGs' he starnnlered. ssNo, r.
 Lucene went on:
 < ssYeu can't ruin his nfe, Andrew, without running mine too You can't you can'tI'' Her voices music rose thFobbing. Don't you care what be- comes of me, Andrew9 Do you know you are turning my love into haee2 You don't want that. Oh, you don'ti know you don't, Andrew. You are not going to tell me now that hate, not love, is to rule your life and mine. Oh, 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-I tell Eous; you can,t.''
 Slowly, at last, the lids dropped over Andrews eyes He turned his head a little, with movement of lassitude Then the lids were lifted again, and he looked full into the eyes of Vain wright, and his own were inscruta ble. In his voice sounded a note of futile remonstrance against destiny.
 I've hated you for years he said quietly, s.as you know very well. You are aware also that my hatred of you has been my ruling passion since it's beginning. In that time, all my days, yes, every waking hour, have been de voted to the task of accomplishing your ruin. This in. the instant of my triumph hold you here in the hol- low of my hand, with the power and the will to crush you. Well, sir, T. open my hand-and let you go.''
 An imperious gesture restrained the exclamation that rose to Wainwright s Ips.
 The explanation of this inconsistent cy is very simple. It lies fn the fact that am fool-the greatest fool in all this world of fools. So, because am such a fool, you are safe from me, MT. Wainwright-nows and always I wish you good morning. He moved toward the door.
 But the wife, radiant in an instant, would not have it so.
 ''Andrew.'' she cried. "Oh, thank z God!-not only for our happiness, but for. your sake, too, since love has con quered hate, at lastr'
 The Master Mind spoke heavily.
 T only know,' he said cenfusedly, ''that the most unlikely thing in all the world has happened. mean that in the hour of victory my triumph has turned to ashes in my mouth. I only know that, since I cannot crush my enemy alone, cannot crush him at all. No other could, I think, but you. Lucene-you'ye beaten me-
 Lucenes spoke very gently
 Then was right all this time. You did love me, and you do still?"
 Andrew shook his head doUbtfuIly.
 T only know,'' he said, that I can not do you harm
 Lucene made an impulsive step as if to follow him, then checked herself This man still held in his heart hatred for the husband she loved.
 Where will you go, Andrew2''
 He answered very grayeIy, sadly:
 T do not know-on1y, not back into the shadows whence I came" He