The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-09-16

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attended him. Doctor Holder and the
nurses were not slow to admit that
her magnificent courage, her almost
scornfui self-assurance, supplied them
with an incentive that otherwise might
never have got beyond the form Of q
mere hope. There was something pos
itively startling in her serene convic-
ton that Frederic was not to die. No
less a skeptic than the renowned
Doctor Holder confded to Lydia and
her mother that he now believed In
the supernatural and never again
would say there Is no God" with
the dampness OF death on the young
mans brow, a remarkable change had
occurred even as he watched for the
last fleeing breath. 1t was as If some
secret, unconquerable force had sud
denly interviewed to take the whole
matter out of natures hands. 1t was
not in the books that he should get
well; it was against every rule of ma
ture that ne should have survived that
first days struggle. He was marked
for death and there was no alternative.
Then came the bewildering. mystify-
ing change. Life did not take its ex-
pected flight; instead it chung, flicker
ing but indestructiblc, to it's clay and
would not obey the laws CT nature.
For days and days life hung by what
we are pleased to call a thread; the
great shears of death could not sever
the tiny thing that held Frederic's
soul to earth. There was no hour in
any Of those days in which the be-
wildered scientist and his assistants
did not proclaim that it would be his
last, and yet he gave the lie to them.
Holder had gone to James Brood at
the end of the third day, and with the
sweat of the haunted on his brow had
whispered hoarsely that the case was
out of his hands! He was no longer
the doctor but an agent governed by a
spirit that would not permit death to
claim it's own! And somehow Brood
understood far better thar the man of
science.
The true story Of the shooting had
long been known to Lydia and her
mother. Brood confessed everything
to them. He assumed all of the blame
for what had transpired on that tragic
morning. He humbled himself before
them, and when they shook their
heads and turned their backs upon
him he was not surprised, for he knew
they were not convicting him of as
sault with a deadly firearm. Later
on the story of Therese was told by
him to Frederic anti the girl. He did
his wife no injustice in the recital.
Frederic laid his hand upon the soft
brown head at his knee and voiced the
thought that was in his mind.
you are wondering, as / am, too.
what is to become of Yvonne after to-
day." he said. There must be an
end, and If it doesn't come now, when
will it come? Tomorrow we sail. 1t
is certain that she is not to accom-
pany US. She has said so herself, and
father has said so. He will not take
her with him. So today must see the
end of things"
Frederic, l want you to do some
thing for me-" said Lydia, earnestly.
There was a time when / could not
have asked this Of you, but now I
implore you to speak to your father
in her behalf. | love her, Freddy, dear.
| cannot help it. She asks nothing Of
any of US, she expects nothing, and
yet h loves all of us-yes, all of us.
She will never, by word or look, make
a single plea for herself. / have watched
her closely all these weeks. There
was never IN instant when she re-
yealed the slightest sign of an appeal.
She takes it for granted that she has
no place in our lives. In our memory.
yes, but that is all. l think she is
~reconciled to what she considers her
fate and 1t has not entered her mind
to protest against it. Perhaps 1t Is
natural that she should feel that way
about it. But It is-oh, Freddy. 1t Is
terrible! If he would-would only I'm.
bend a little toward her. If he"
Listen, Lyddy. dear. l don't be-
lieve it's altogether up to him. There
is a barrier that we cant see, but they
do-both of them. nv mother stands
between them. You see, I've come to
know my father lately, dear. He's not
a stranger to m any longer. l know
what sort of a heart he's got. He
never got owe loving my mother, and
he'll never get over knowing that
Yvonne knows that she loved him to
the day she died. We know what IL
was in Yvonne that attracted him from
the first. and she knows. He's not
likely to forgive himself so easily. He
didn't play fair with either of them,
that's what I'm trying to get at. i
don't believe he can forgive himself
any more than he can forgive Yvonne
for the thing she set about to do. You
see, Lyddy. she married him without
love. She debased herself, even
though she can't admit 1t even now.
l love her, too. She's the most won
derful woman in the world. She's got
the finest instincts a woman ever
possessed. But she did give herself
] to the man she hated with all her soul.
and-well, there you are. He can't for.
get that, you know-and she can't.
Leaving me out OF the question alto
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