Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1915-01-22

angry light in her eyes. at was al.
ways In me. l always had to have
everything, be everything. / can't
stay here and be a nobody. We're
getting horribly poor. If we look pros
porous, it's because nothing is paid
for. When | was a child / always
had to lead all the little games" She
was talking rapidly, earnestly. "Then
when l grew up there was only one
leader here-Katherine Strickland,
and after there was never but one
woman left this place and did the
things I've done and made the sue
cesses I've made. and now-to come
back here-and settle down! When
I'm Mrs. Slade I'll have the life I'm
after-money and power and Europe
the world"
Don't forget Slade," came sarcas-
tically from Hayes. Don't forget
Slade," and he came toward her.
You'll have Slade, too. You'll have
to live with him, a man who has lived
all his life with another woman
who"
DON'T" she commanded. HE is
only marrying me for IA sort of
housekeeper."
You'll be his wife just the same"
Every word was a sting.
"Yes-you1l have your revenge"
Katherine W quietly, more to
herself than to him. Her voice
dropped YEARLY. Every time he
kisses me-every time he comes into
the room. But I'll get used to him,
| suppose. Women get used to that
sort of thing"
Yes, and then go to the devill I'll
tell you what l think of you," he
stormed. You're a bad
You're as rotten as they make them.
There's no type so low. You're bad
to the marrow. London and Washing
ton and Paris have done for you.
You've butterfied all over the world
till you're a heartless jade, junketing
about from one embassy to another
with all your pretty little cheating
tricks and not a decent thought in
your head"
Il won't %listen," she gasped, amazed
at his denunciation Of her.
You will listen!"
Don't, oh, don't say such things,
Bob" she pleaded.
Why not?" he demanded. you
who plan to do such a devilish thing
In the eyes of God and Of men, a
you be afraid to hear what it really is
you plan? You will listen!"
He took a step nearer. He caught
her roughly by the shoulders. He
buried his lips into the soft tendrils
of hair around her ear as he almost
shouted: you are going to rob a poor
little woman-step into her house and
snatch away her husband-and the
only excuse you can offer is that you
want his money. Why don't you rob
somebody outright and get away with
1t? It's more honest"
Katherine shrank from him with
a cry of protest.
And all the while you love me-"
he went on. passionately, you love-
me"
Il don't" she sobbed.
You lie!" he accused. holly. +
Well, %supposing / do-what can
you give me?" she asked coolly.
What a l give your" he repeated.
Then with a look of utter loathing in
his eyes: you contemplate little"
and he flung her from him.
You're going to sell what's mine
to the highest bidder" he painted.
But SHADES not divorced yet, and
before you get out of this dirty mire
you'll regret 1t. You'll find yourself
SO deep in scandal"
Il won't" Katherine protested, We
hemently. Il won't have a scandal
They'll say he's your lover" his
rage turning into fury.
Katherine looked at him as IL she
had been turned to stone. Then the
real significance of what he had said
famed to a flame the rage that was
burning in her heart-rage at him
at c~onditions-at everything! She
gripped her fingers around one of the
lovely roses at her belt and crushed
1t to a pulp. Then she ripped them
from her gown-his roses-and threw
them among the blazing logs in the
fireplace. 9.
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