The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-10-29
CHAPTER xvI-cOntlnued.

WHAT 2 n NNt-NOVltUhGus
1T was made in Vienna" interrupted
Frederick, not without a strange thrill
Of satisfaction in his soul, and before
you were married. I'd say. On the
back Of II is written: TO my own
sweetheart'-in Hungarian. Yvonne
says. Thcrel Look at her. She was
like that when you married her God,
how adorable she must have been. To
my own sweetheart Ho ho!"
A hoarse cry OF rage and pain bust
from Brood's lips The world went red
before hig eyes.
"'To my own sweetheart he cried
out. He sprang forward and struck
the photograph from Frederic's hand.
1t fell to the floor at his feet. Before
the young man could recover from his
surprise. Broods foot was upon the
bit of cardboard. Don't raise your
hand to me! Don't you dare to strike
me! Now l shall tell you who that
sweetheart was!"
Half an hour later James Brood de-
scended the stairs alone. He went
straight to the library where he knew
hat he could find Yvonne. Ranjab,
standing in the hall, peered into his
khite, drawn face as he passed. and
started forward as II to speak to him.
But Brood did not see him. He did
not lift his gaze from the floor. The
Hindu went swiftly up the stairs, a
deep dread In his soul.
The shades we're down. Brood
stopped inside the door and looked
DULY about the library. He was on
the point OF retiring when Yvonne
spoke to him out OF the shadowy cor
ner beyond the fireplace.
"Close the door," she said huskiiy,
Then she emerged slowly, almost like
. specter. from the dark background
formed by the huge mahogany book.
cases that lined the walls. from floor
to ceiling. "Ycu we're long time
up there" she went on.
why is it so dark in here. Yvonne?"
be asked lifelessly.
$50 that 1t would not be possible for
me to see the shame in your eyes.
James"
He leaned heavily against the long
table. She came up and stood across
the table from him, and he felt that
her eyes we're searching his very soul.
Il have hurt him beyond all chance
for recovery" he said hoarsely.
"Oh. you coward" she cried. lean
ing over the table. her eyes blazing.
Il can understand 1t in you. You have
no soul of your own. What have you
done to your son. James Brood?"
He drew back as II from the impact
OF q blow. Coward? II have crushed
his soul. II was done in time, Yvonne.
TO deprive you Of the glory Of doing it."
what did he say to you about met"
"you have had your fears for moth
ing. He did not put you In Jeopardy"
he said scornfully.
81 know He is not coward" she
said calmly.
In your heart you are reviling me.
lou judge me as one guilty soul
judges another. Suppose that we're
70 confess to you that left him up
there with all the hope. all the life
blasted out of his eyes-with wound
In his heart that will never stop bleed
ing-that | left him because was
sorry for what had done and could
not stand by and look upon the wreck
had created Suppose"
lam still thinking of you as cow
ard. What is It to me that you are
sorry nowf What have you done to
that wretched. unhappy boy?"
HE will tell you soon enough. Then
you will despise me even more than !
despise myself. Cod He = he
looked at me with his mothers eyes
when kept on striking blows AZ his
very soul Her eyes-eyes that we're
always pleading with mel But, curse
them-always scoflng at me- For
moment ALTERED There was = wave
Of love-yes. love. not pity, for him
as I saw him 20 down before the
words hurled at him. II was as II
had hurt the only thing in all the
world that love. Then 1t passed. He
vas not meant for me to love. He was
born for me to despise He was born
10 torture me Is have tortured him"
you poor fooll- she cried. her eyes
giittsfing.
Sometimes have doubted my own
e..~nr n. x7ank na as IL he lad rot