Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-06-16

the companions face was peculiarly
accusing and yet triumphant while
that upon the countenance of DR.. Hol-
land, as their eyes met, was half
pity, half-she trembled violently as
she tried to analyze exactly what the
remainder of that expression told.
Though she had fought bitterly
against it, there was something so
virile, so young, so intrepid about the
mans fight that she had admired
him. even though she knew the thing
he fought for made him the bitterest
enemy she could have owned. This
admiration she knew was more than
reciprocated. Not that. by the slight
est look or gesture, was 1t ever In
dicated. Quite the contrary. With
her woman's intuition she read Alright
the fact that his very avoidance OF
her spelt fear OF the attraction he
felt.
Dwight turned in his chair and she
moved toward him. There was the
light of a great happiness in his eyes,
an expression which seemed to glorify
the man. There was something so
tremendously splendid about her hus-
band and something so delicately fine
and sensitive that seemed continu-
ally asserting itself in his face, caus-
ing such hot self-recrimination to
arise within herself that she hated
him for the torture he innocently
caused.
There was something electrical in
the very air of the room, mething
that caused her to be afraid. Dwight
took her hand, resting II upon his
chest, fondling it tenderly. The
physician and Mrs. Presley moved
softly from the room. She looked at
the millionaire's face more intently,
her heart fluttering as she saw some
l1a
analyze it, could not say exactly what
It was that it consummated methinS
that had been in process for a long
time but which had been so gradual
as to almost entirely escape her
notice. And now, with great wave
of self-hatred at the criminality OF the
thought, she read it for what it was.
David Dwight, her husband, this
man to whom she was bound for life.
was a we'll man. David Dwight had
regained his health That life which
for so long q time had been afiutter
was now fixed and rigidly in place.
Even as he drew her soft cheek to
his own. kissing her softly, tenderly,
she felt herself go cold. She knew
he was about to speak, about to tell
her of the miracle and felt that she
could stand no more now. She
was stiffling. She must get away be-
fore she betrayed herself.
Muttering an excuse she lunged
blindly up the stairs to her own room.
Still no relief. The very house and
everything in It was depressing. The
very echoes of its habitation thun-
dered the sentence in her ears. Until
death Until death - And now it
meant a lifelong agony-that sentence.
Snatching a scarf she CROPPED her
way to the garden, fighting down the
bitterness within her heart, breathing
Pull - cit
as though hoping from it to get some
anti-toxin that would kill the poison
within her. She seated herself on a
bench in the little summer house, star
ing sightlessly before her. fighting
desperately.
She looked up quickly at slow foot
steps, her eyes lighting as DR.. Hol-
land strolled down the walk, a book
in his hand. For just a second she
thought him about to pass on, after
bowling to her, then, with a little
shrug he seated himself beside her.
She did not wish him there and still
she was glad of his presence. She
could not understand the conflict of
absolutely antithetical emotions the
man stirred up within her. She was
unpleasantly conscious that something
of her own feelings had been trans
mitted to him. else why had he so
patiently changed his mind when he
seated himself?
She flushed at the thought, yet could
not down 1t any more than she had
been able to combat the innumerable
thoughts of him that occupied her
mind. She opened her lips as though
to speak closing them quickly, en-
barrassed at the inanity of the words
she was about to say. Looking fur
lively at his troubled face she could
see he was In no mood for chatter on
trivialities.
In the furry of the moment she
reached out to take the book from his
hands. It rested beside her but her
nerves seemed stunned, anesthetized.
Something had seemed to break
within the very soul of her at the con-
tact of his fingers She could not
move from that magnetic touch.