The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1915-06-10
CHAPTER xvI-contlnued.


1T was made in Vienna" interrupted
Frederick, not without a strange thrill
of satisfaction in his soul, "and before
you were married. I'd say. On the
back Of II is written: To my own
sweetheart'-in Hungarian, Yvonne
says. There! Look at her. She was
like that when you married her. God.
how adorable she must have been. To
my own sweetheart Ho ho!"
A hoarse cry of rage and pain bust
from Broods lips The world went red
before his eyes.
ITO my own sweetheart he cried
out. He sprang forward and struck
the photograph from Frederics hand.
1t fell to the floor at his feet Before
the young man could recover from his
surprise, Brood's foot was upon the
bit Of cardboard. Don't raise your
hand to me! Don't you dare to strike
me! Now | shall tell you who that
sweetheart vast"
Half an hour later James Brood de-
scended the stairs alone. He went
straight to the library where he knew
that he could find Yvonne. Ranjab,
standing in the hall. peered into his
white, drawn face as he passed, and
started forward as II to speak to him.
But Brood did not see him. He did
not lift his gaze from the floor. The
Hindu went swiftly up the stairs, a
deep dread in his soul.
The shades we're down. Brood
stopped inside the door and looked
duly about the library. He was on
the point of retiring when Yvonne
spoke to him out of the shadowy cor
ner beyond the fireplace.
"Close the door," she said huskily.
Then she emerged slowly. almost like
a specter, from the dark background
formed by the huge mahogany book
cases that lined the walls, from floor
TO ceiling you were long time
up there" she went on.
"Why is it so dark in here, YvonneT
he asked lifelessly.
so that 1t would not be possible fol
me to see the shame in your eyes
James"
He leaned heavily against the Ions
table. She came up and stood across
the table from him, and he felt thai
her eyes we're searching his very soul
81 have hurt him beyond all chance
for recovery" he said hoarsely.
"Oh, you coward" she cried, lean
ing over the table. her eyes blazing
II can understand 1t in you You have
no soul of your own. What have yol
done to your son, James Broodg
He drew back as If from the impac
of blow. Coward? II have crushed
his soul, 1t was done in time, Yvonne
TO deprive you of the glory of doing it.
what did he say to you about meY
"You have had your fears for moth
ing. He did not put you in jeopardy
he said scornfully.
IL know. He is not a coward. sh'
said calmly.
"In your heart you are reviling me
You Judge me as one guilty sou
Judges another. Suppose that l wer
to confess to you that left him u
there with all the hope, all the III
blasted out of his eyes-with woun
In his heart that will never stop bleed
ing-that | left him because l wa
Y sorry for what had done and coul
not stand by and look upon the wrec
I had created. Suppose"
81 am still thinking of you as COW
ard. What is 1t to me that you ar
sorry now? What have you done I
that wretched, unhappy boy?"
"He will tell you soon enough. The
you will despise me even more than
despise myself. God! He = n
looked at me with his mothers eye
when | kept on striking blows at hi
very soul. Her eyes-eyes that wer
always pleading with me! But, ours
them-always scotfing at me! For
moment I faltered. There was a waV
of loye-yes, love, not pity, for him
as I saw him go down before tn
words | hurled at him. 1t was as II
had hurt the only thing In all IN
world that love. Then 1t passed. II
was not meant for me to love. He wa
borE for ME 70 despise. He was Dor
10 torture me as have tortured him
you poor fool!" she cried. her eye
glittering.
sometimes / have doubted my ow
teAson," he went on as u ne naa n'