Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1915-07-30

plans nave BOne A"Aa'
opportunity to see you curse yourSo
"Her s%ister!" uttered the man unUC
lieyingly. ct have married the cnH-
Therese. I have held her sister IN my
arms all these months and never knew
It is a dream. +"
"Ah, but you have felt aver thous"
-"
He struck the table violently WIN
his fist. His eyes were blazing. "Wna.
manner of woman are you! Wna'
were you planning to do to that IN
happy boy-her son? Are you a nenu
to"
In good time, James, you will know
what manner of woman l am" she IN
terrupted quietly. Sinking back IN tne
chair she resumed the broken strain'
all the time watching him through
half-closed eyes. "She died ten years
ago. Her boy was twelve years DID,
She never saw him after the night you
turned her away from this house. on
her deathbed, as she was releasing nei
pure. undefiled soul to Gods keeping,
she repeated to the priest who wen
through the unnecessary form OF al
solving her-she repeated her solemn
declaration that she had never wronged
YOU by thought or deed. / had always
believed her, the holy priest belieVeo
her. God believed her. You would
have believed her, too. James brooo.
She was a good woman. Do you hearI
And YOU put a curse upon her ana
drove her out into the night. That
was not all. You prosecuted her TO the
end of her unhappy life. You did that
to my sister!"
"And vet you married me" he NUT
t tered thickly.
t mot because l loved you-oh, no!
She loved you to the day of her death.
!. after all the misery and suffering you
, had heaped upon her. No woman evef
3 endured the anguish that she suffered
] throughout those hungry years. o
8 kept her child from her. You denied
him to her, even though you denied
him to yourself. Why did you keep
s him from her? She was his mother.
] She had borne him, he was all hers.
= But no! 1t was your revenge to de.
g prive her Of the child she had brought
9 into the world. You worked deliberate
ly in this plan to crush what little
there was left in life for her. You kept
him with you, though you branded him
& with a name | cannot utter; you guard.
ed him as If he were your most
q precious possession and not a curse to
your pride; you did this because you
knew that you could drive the barb
Is more deeply into her tortured heart.
e You allowed her to die, after years OF
,r pleading, after years of vain endeavor.
Is without one glimpse Of her boy. with
u out ever having heard the word mother
h on his lips. That Is what you did to
Of nv sister. For twelve long years you
le gloated over her misery. Oh, God.
}! man, how I hated you when married
or you'll" She paused b%reathless.
In "You are creating an excuse for your
III devilish conduct" he exclaimed harsh.
I'd ly. "You are like Matilde, false to the
is core. You married me for the luxury !
5? could provide, Notwithstanding the
tx curse l had put upon your sister.
ou don't believe a word Of what you are
saying to"
Id Don't you believe that I am her sis
teri"
ne "You-yes, by heaven, I must believe
a that. Why have l been so blind? You
on are the little Therese, and you hated
he me in those other days. I remember
we'll the"
ar "A child's despairing hatred because
vn YOU we're taking away the being she
loved best of all. Will you believe me
do when l say that my hatred did not en-
lin dure for long? When her happy, Joy
DIV GUS letters came back to us filled witt
mt accounts of your goodness. your devo
led ton, IL allowed my hatred to die.
yht forgot that you had robbed me. l CAM
!. / to look upon you as the fairy prince
,as after all, It was not until she came al
the way across the ocean and began Il
raj. die before our eyes-she was years II
i'm dwight was not until then that ! be
,rc. gan to hate you with a real, undyi in
IT'S hatred"
zen "And yet you gave yourself to ME.
on. he cried. you put yourself in he
YOU place. In heavens name, what was t
yay be gained by such an act as that?"
ing a" wanted to take Matilde's boy ava
low from you," she hurried on, and for tn
And first time her eyes began to wave'
yay "The idea suggested itself to me tn
red. night l met you at the comtesse's Oil
the ner. 1t was a wonderful, a tremendou
hat thought that entered my brain. a
first my real self revolted, but as tim
the went on the idea became an obsessiol
, 1? l married you, James Brood. for tn
yere sole purpose of hurting you In II
sea worst possible way; by having M
;. so tides son strike you where the pa
we'd. would be the greatest. All, you al
the thinking that would have permittt
and myself to have become his mistres
'ery. but you are mistaken. l am not tn
nv bad. I would not have damned b
card soul In that way. l would not~haj
that betrayed my sister in that way. n
IS to more subtle was my design. c9,nft
She that 1t was my plan to make hi1A fall
that love with me and in the end to r
n in away with him. leaving yOu' to thi,