The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-10-01

mas made me shudder. But he, toe
has forgiven me. as you shall this in
slant Say 1t, Freddie. You do fol
give me? | was mean, nasty, ugly
vile-oh, everything that's horrid.
take 1t all back. Now. be nice to mel
She laid her hand on his arm, al
appealing little caress that conquere'
him in a fash. He clasped her finger
In his and mupbled incoherently al
he leaned forward. drawn resistlessl!
nearer By q strange magic that wa
hers.
"You-you are wonderful" he muir
INJURED. Il knew that you'd regre
what you said. You couldn't have
meant IT,"
She smiled. patted his hand gently
and allowed her swimming eyes Il
rest on his for an instant to complete
the conquest. Then she motioned him
away. Brood's voice was heard In the
doorway. She had, however. planted
an insidious thing In Frederic's mind
and 1t would grow.
Her husband re-entered the room
his arm linked In Lydia's. Frederic
was lighting cigarette at the table
You did not mean all that you said
moment ago, Yvonne," said Brood
levelly. Lydia misinterpreted your
t1est. You meant nothing unkind,
am sure" He was looking straight
into her rebellious eyes; the last
CLEAN Of defiance died out of them
as he spoke.
u am sorry, Lydia. darling" she
said, and reached out her hand to the
girl. who approached reluctantly, I'M
certainly. Il confess that was jeal-
GUS. Why shouldn't | be Jealous?
You are SO beautiful, so splendid"
She drew the girl down beside her.
Forgive me, dear" And Lydia, whose
honest heart had been SO full Of re-
sentiment the moment before, could
not Withstand the humble appeal in
the voice of the penitent. She smiled,
first at Yvonne then at Brood, and
never quite understood the impulse
that ordered her to kiss the warm, red
lips that so recently had offended.
James, DEAR" fell softly, alluringly
from Yyonne's now tremulous lips.
He sprang to her side. She kissed
him passionately. Now, we are all
ourselves once more" she gasped
moment later, her eyes still fixed In
quiringly on those Of the man beside
her. Let us be gay! Let us forget!
Come. Fredericl Sit here at my feet.
Lydia Is not going home yet. Ranjab,
the cigarettes!"
Frederic. white-faced and scowling,
remained at the window. glaring our
Into the rain-swept night. A steady
sheet of raindrops thrashed against
the window panes.
Hear the windl" cried Yvonne.
after a single sharp glance at his tall,
motionless figure. Zone can almost
imagine that ghosts from every grave
yard In the world are whistIing past
our windows. should we not reioices
We have them safely locked outside
ale! There are no ghosts in here
to make US shiver-and-shake."
The sentence that began SO glibly
trailed OF In slow crescendo, ending
abruptly Ranjab was holding the
lighted taper for her cigarette. AS
she spoke her eyes were lifted to his |
dark, saturnine face. She was saying
there were no ghosts. when his eyes |
suddenly fastened on hers. In spite |
Of herself her voice rose in response |
to the curious dread that chilled her
heart as she looked into the shining
mirrors above her. She shiyered as IL
In the presence of death! For an in.
calculably brief period their gaze re-
NAMED fixed and steady, each reading
mystery. Then the Hindu lowered
his heavy lashes and moved away.
The little by-scene did not 20 unno-
Iced by the others. although its mean.
ng was lost.
There's nothing TO be afraid OF.
Hvonne," said Brood. pressing the
hand, which trembled In bis. "Your
Imagination carries you long way.
Are you really afraid OF ghosts?"
She answered in q deep, solemn
'oice that carried conviction. Il be-
ieve In ghosts. ! believe the dead
ome back to us. not to fit about, as
We are told by superstition. but to
odge-actually to dwell-inside these
warm. living bodies Of ours. They /,
ONE and go at viii. Sometimes we
eel that they are there, but-ah. Who'll
nowsi Their souls may conquer ours
nd 90 on inhabiting-"
'Neverl" he exclaimed quickly. but |
Is eyes were full Of the wonder that ,
q felt.
"Fredericl" she called imperatively. /,
Come away. from that window"
The young man joined the group. :
he sullen look in his face had given 4
ay to one OF acute inquiry. The new !
ote In her voice produced q strange
feet upon him. It seemed like call \
II help. 9 cry out Of the darkness. b
They were all playing for time. Not !
ne Of them but who realized that
'mething sinister was attending their 7
tile conclave, unseen but vital. Each 1,