The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1915-08-26

as straight and fearless as q soldier,
and the light of victory was in her
dark, compelling eyes.
Well" she said, deliberately, 81 am
ready to go away with you"
He fell back stunned beyond the
power of speech. His brain was filled
with a thousand Gathering noises.
HE has turned you out" she went
on rapidly. HE disowns you. Very
well; the time has come for me to
exact payment from him for that and
for all that has gone before. / shall
go away with you. /"
'Impossible!" he cried, finding his
tongue and drawing still farther away
from her.
Are you not in love with me-" she
whispered softly.
He put his hands to his eyes to shut
out the alluring vision.
For Gods sake, Yvonne-leave me.
Let me go my way. Let me-"
"He cursed your mother! He curses
you! He damns you-as he damned
her. You can pay him up for every
thing. You owe nothing to him. He
has killed every"
Frederic Strengthened up suddenly,
and with a loud cry of exultation
raised his clenched hands above his
head.
by heaven, I will break him! !
will make him pay! Do you know
what he has done to me? Listen to
this: he boasts of having reared HE
to manhood, as one might bring up a
prize beast, that he might make me
pay for the wrong that my poor
mother did a quarter Of a century
ago. All these years he has had in
mind this thing that he has done to-
day. All my life has been spent in
preparation for the sacrifice that came
an hour ago. / have suffered all these
years in ignorance Of"
mot so loud!" she whispered,
alarmed by the vehemence of his re-
awakened fury.
ooh, I'm not afraid" he cried, saw
agely. Can you imagine anything
more diabolical than the scheme he
has had in mind al these years? To
pay out my mother-whom he loved
and still loves-yes, by heaven, he still
loves heri-he works to this beastly
end. He made her suffer the agonies
OF the damned up to the day OF her
death by refusing her the right to
have the child that he wear Is no
child of his. Oh. you don't know the
story-you don't know the kind OF
man you have for a husband-you
don't"
"Yes, yes, l do know" she cried, vio-
lently, beating her breast with clinched
hands. 81 do know! know that he
still loves the poor girl who went out
of this house with his curses ringing
In her ears a score of years ago. and
who died still hearing them. And |
had almost come to the point of pity
ing him-I was failing-I was weaken.
ing. He is a wonderful man. IL
was losing myself. But that is all
over. Three months ago l could have
left him without a pang-yesterday |
was afraid that it would never be pos
sible. Today he makes it easy for me.
He has hurt you beyond all reason, not
because he hates you but because he
loved your mother"
But you do love him." cried Fred.
eric, in stark wonder. You don't care
the snap of your finger for me. What
is all this you are saying, Yvonne?
You must be mad. Think! Think
what you r saying"
Il have thought am always think.
Ing. 1 know my own mind well enough.
II Is settled; l an going away and
am going with YOU"
Il cannot listen to you. Yvonne,"
cried Frederic, aghast. His heart was
pounding SO f~ierceiy that the blood
surxe6 70 his haAd IN great waves. q