The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1915-04-10

this very hour, you are not certain
that you did right IA casting her offl"
Il tell you, was certain was sure
| Of"
Then why do you still love herr
Are you mad7" he gasped. Good
God. woman. how can you ask that
question OF me. knowing that love
you with all my heart and soulY
How"
with all your heart. yesl But with
your soul? No! That other woman
has your soul. have heard your soul
speak and IL speaks OF her-yes, 10
her! Night after night. in your sleep,
James Brood. you have cried out to
'Matilde.' You have sobbed out your
love for her. as you have been doing
for twenty years or more. In your
sleep. your soul has been with her.
With me at your side. you have cried
to 'Matilder You have passed your
hand over my face and murmured Ma
tilde!' Not once have you uttered the
word 'Yyonnel' And now, you come
TO me and say: We will come straight
TO the pointl' Well. now you may come
straight to the point. But do not for.
get, In blaming me, that you love an
other woman!"
He was petrified Not drop OF
blood remained In his faceN
1T is some horrible, CHASTITY delu-
sion. II cannot be true. Her name has
not passed my lips In twenty years. 1t
is not mentioned In my presence.
have not uttered that woman's name
-"
Then how should know her name?
Her own son does not know II, | firm
ly believe. No one appears to know II
except the man who says he despises
It."
Dreams! Dreamsi" he cried scorn-
fully. Shall be held responsible for
the unthipkable things that happen In
dreams?" z&Efass.ss /. EEs1sL .iss:s.,'s r's' -
No" she replied significantly; you
should not be held accountable. She
must be held accountable. You drove
out her body, James. but not her
spirit. II stands beside you every in
slant of the day and night. BY day
you do not see her, by night-ah, you
tremblei Well. she is dead. they say.
II she we're still alive, myself might
tremble, and with cause" .xssnSsE-.
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before God. love you, Yvonne. !
implore you to think nothing of my
maunderings in my sleep. They-they
may come from disordered brain.
God knows. there was time when
felt that was mad, raving mad. These
dreams are"
To his surprise, she laid her hand
gently on his arm.
II pity you sometimes, James. My
heart aches for you. You are man
IA strong, brave man, and yet you
shrink and cringe when a voice whis-
pers to you in the night. You sleep
with your doubts awake. / ara Ma
tide, not Yvonne, to you. ] am the
flesh on which that starved love of
yours feeds; ! represent the memory
of all that you have lost"
"This is-madnessl" he exclaimed,
and IL was not only wonder that filled
his eyes. There was strange fear in
them too.
81 am quite myself. James," she said
coolly. Can you deny that you think
of her when you hold me in your
arms; can you"
"Yesl" he almost shouted Il can
and do denyl"
Then you are lying to yourself, my
husband" she said quietly. He fairly
gasped.
Good God, what manner of woman
are your" he cried hoarsely "A scr.
ceress? A-but no, 1t is not true!"
She smiled "All women are sor-
ceresses. They feel. Men only think
Poor Frederic! You try to hate him,
James, but have watched you when
you we're not aware. You search his
face intently. almost in agony-for
what? For the look that was his
mother's-for the expression you loved
in"
He burst out violently. moi BY
heaven. you are wrong there, my sor-
ceress! ] am not looking for Matilde
in Frederics face"
For his father. then?" she inquired
slowly.
The perspiration stood out on his
brow. He made no response. His lips
were compressed. ~
"You have uttered her name at last"
she said wonderingly, after a long
wait.
Brood started. 'I-I-Oh. this is
tortured"
I'VE must mend our ways. James. II
may please you to know that / shall
overlook your mental faithlessness to
me. You may go on loving Matilde.
She is dead. ! am alive. have the
better OF her. there, ale? The day
will come when she is dead in every
sense of the word. In the meantime,
am content to enjoy life. Frederic
Is quite safe with me. James; safer