The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1915-06-24

power 10 Inwar' death. at least In this
instance. had its effect. not only on
the wounded man but on those who
attended him. Doctor Holder and the
nurses were not slow to admit that
her magnificent courage, her almost
scornful self-assurance. supplied them
with an Incentive that otherwise might
never have got beyond the form of
mere hope. There was something pos
itively startling In her serene convic
ton that Frederic was not to die. No
less a skeptic than the renowned
Doctor Holder confided to Lydia and
her mother that he now believed in
the supernatural and never again
would say there Is no God" With
the dampness Of death on the young
mans brow. a remarkable change had
occurred even as he watched for the
last fieeting breath. It was as II some
secret. unconquerable force had sud.
denly intervened to take the whole
matter out of natures hands. 1t was
not in the books that he should get
well; 1t was against every rule of ma
ture that he should have survived that
first days struggle. He was marked
for death and there was no alternative.
Then came the bewildering, mystify-
ing change Life did not take its ex-
pected fight; instead it clung, flicker
ing but. indestructible, to its clay and
would not obey the laws OF nature
For days and days life hung by what
we are pleased to call thread; the
great shears Of death could not sever
the tiny thing that held Frederic's
soul to earth. There was no hour In
any of those days in which the be.
wildered scientist and his assistants
did not proclaim that 1t would be his
last, and yet he gave the lie to them.
Holder had gone to James Brood at
the end of the third day, and with the
sweat of the haunted on his brow had
whispered hoarsely that the case was
out of his hands! He was no longer
the doctor but an agent governed by
spirit that would not permit death to
claim it's own! And somehow Brood
understood far better than the man of
science
The true story of the shooting had
long been known to Lydia and her
mother Brood confessed everything
to them. He assumed all of the blame
for what had transpired on that tragic
morning. He humbled himself before
them, and when they shook their
heads and turned their backs upon
him he was not surprised, for he knew
they were not convicting him of as.
sault with a deadly firearm. Later
on the story Of Therese was told by
him to Frederic and the girl. He did
his wife no injustice in the recital.
Frederic laid his hand upon the soft
brown head at his knee and voiced the
thought that was in his mind.
"You are wondering, as l am, too,
what is to become of Yvonne after to-
day." he said. There must be an
end, and if it doesn't come now, when
will it come? Tomorrow we sail. 1t
is certain that she is not to accom-
pany us. She" has said so herself, and
father has said so. He will not take
her with him. So today must see the
end of things"
Frederic, want you to do some.
thing for me" said Lydia, earnestly.
There was time when could not
have asked this of you, but now l
implore you to speak to your father
in her behalf. love her, Freddy, dear.
l cannot help it. She asks nothing Of
any of us, she expects nothing, and
yet she loves all of us-yes, all of us.
| She will never, by word or look, make
a single plea for herself have watched
her closely all these weeks. There
was never an instant when she re-
vealed the slightest sign of an appeal.
She takes it for granted that she has
no place in our lives. In our memory,
yes, but that is all. l think she is
reconciled to what she considers her
fate and it has not entered her mind
to protest against it. Perhaps it is
natural that she should feel that way
about it. But it is-oh, Freddy, it Is
terrible! If he would-would only un
bend little toward her. If he"
Listen, Lyddy, dear l don't be-
lieve it's altogether up to him. There
is barrier that we can't see, but they
do-both of them. My mother stands
between them. You see, I've come to
know my father lately, dear. He's not
| n .froDoar IN rno opu IOnuor knOW
what sort of a heart he's got. He
never got over loving my mother, and
he'll never get over knowing that
Yvonne knows that she loved him to
the day she died. We know what 1t
was in Yvonne that attracted him from
the first, and she knows. He's not
likely to forgive himself so easily He
didn't play fair with either of them,
that's what Pm trying to get at
don't believe he can forgive himself
any more than he can forgive Yvonne
for the thing she set about to do. You
see, Lyddy, she married him without
love. She debased herself, even
though she can't admit it even now.
l love her, too. She's the most won
derful woman in the world. She's got
the finest instincts woman ever
possessed. But she did give herself
to the man she hated with all her soul,
and-well, there you are. He can't for
get that, you know-and she can't.
Leaving me out of the question alto
gether-and you, too-there still re-
mains the sorry fact that she has be-
trayed her sisters love. She loves
him for herself now, and-that's what
hurts both of them. 1t hurts because
they both know that he still loves
my mother"