The Carlisle independent., 1915-05-27

received from you. l hope I'll never see you again. If I 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 a son. l wish to God had never been obliged to call you father I don't know what you did to my mother, but if 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 l thought he was going to strike Fred eric and I think 1 screamed-just little scream, of course. I was so ter rified. But he only said-and it was horrible the way he said it-'You fool you bastardn 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. It would at least give me something to be proud of-a real father
 Good heaven!" fell from Mrs. Des- mond's white lips.
 Yyonne seemed to have paused to catch her breath. Her breast heaved convulsively the grip of her hands frightened on the arms of the chair Suddenly she resumed her recital, but her voice was hoarse and tremulous
 T was terribly frightened. I thought of calling out to Jones, but I-I had no voice! An, you have never seen two angry men waiting to spring at each others threats, Mrs. Desmond. My husband suddenly regained control of himself. He was very calm Come with me- he said to Frederic. This is 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 not even glance in my direction. They went up the stairs. l heard the door close behind them-away up there. That was half an hour ago. I have been waiting, too-waiting as you are waiting now-to comfort Frederic when he comes out of that room a wreck"
 Mrs. Desmond started up, an incred- ulous look in her eyes.
 You are taking his side? You are against your husband? Oh, now know the kind of woman you are. know"
 Peace! You do not know the kind of woman I am. You never will know. Yes, shall take sides with Frederic. ''
 You do not love your husband!"
 A strange, unfathomable smile came into Yvonne's face and stayed there. Mrs. Desmond experienced the same odd feeling she had had years ago on first seeing the Sphinx. She was sud denly confronted by an unsolvable mystery.
 He shall not drive me out of his house, Mrs. Desmond" was her an swer 10 the challenge
 A door slammed in the upper re- l gions of the house Both women start | ed to their feet.
 Tt is over." breathed Yvonne. with tremulous sigh.
 We shall see how well they were able to take care of themselves. Mrs. Brood" said Mrs. Desmond in a low voice.
 We shall see-yes," said the other, mechanically. Suddenly she turned on the tall. accusing figure beside her.
 Go away! Go now! I command 1 you to go. This is our affair, Mrs. Desmond. You are not needed here. You were too late, as you say. I beg of you. go!" She strode swiftly toward the door, As she was about to place her hand on the knob it was opened from the other side, and Ran. jab stood before them.
 "Sahib begs to be excused, Mrs. Des. mond. He is just going out"
 Going out?" cried Yvonne, who had shrunk back into the room
 Yes, sahibah. You will please ex- cuse, Mrs. Desmond. He regret very much
 Mrs. Desmond passed slowly through the door, which he held open for her. As she passed by the Hindu she looked full into his dark, expressive eyes, and there was question in hers He did not speak, but she read the answer as if 1t were on a printed page. Her shoulders dropped.
 She went back to Lydia.