Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1915-06-18

4Qu are angry my 9yA+ 10 ~
almost as splendid as your father. He,
too, has been angry with me. He, too, s
has made me shudder. But he, too
has forgiven me. as you shall this in
slant. Say It, Freddie. You do Tor
give me? | was mean, nasty, ugly,
vile-oh, everything that's horrid.
take 1t all back. Now. be nice to me-"
She laid her hand on his arm an
appealing little caress that conquered
him in a fash. He clasped her ringers
in his and mumbled incoherently as
he leaned forward, drawn resistlessly
nearer by a strange magic that was
hers.
"You-you are wonderful" he muir
INJURED. 81 knew that you'd regret
what you said. You couldn't have
meant It,"
She smiled, patted his hand gently,
and allowed her swimming eyes TO
rest on his for an instant to complete
the conquest. Then she motioned him
away. Brood's voice was heard In the
doorway. She had. however, planted
an insidious thing in Frederic's mind,
and it would grow.
Her husband re-entered the room,
his arm linked in Lydia's. Frederi
was lighting a cigarette at the tap'e'
you did not mean all that you SAID
a moment ago, Yvonne,' said BROOD
~levelly. Lydia misinterpreted your
lest. You meant nothing unkind,
am sure" He was looking straight
into her rebellious eyes; The last
CLEAN of defiance died out OF them
as he spoke.
q am sorry, Lydia, darling" she
said, and reached out her hand to the
girl, who approached reluctantly, I'M
certainly. Il confess that | was jeal-
GUS. Why shouldn't | be jealous?
You are so beautiful, SC Splendid
She drew the girl down beside her.
Forgive me, dear" And Lydia, whose
honest heart had been SO full OF re-
sentiment the moment before, could
, not Withstand the humble appeal n
the voice q tie y9nltent. She smiled,
first at Yvonne then at Brood, and
, never quite understood the impulse
= that ordered her to kiss the warm, red
, lips that go recently had offended.
a James, DEAR" fell softly, alluringly
from Yvonne's now tremulous lips.
He sprang to her side. She kissed
him passionately. Now, we are all
ourselves once more" she gasped q
I moment later, her eyes still fixed in
quiringly on those Of the man beside
her. Let us be gay! Let US forget!
h Come, Frederic! Sit here at my feet
Lydia is not going home yet. Ranjab
e the cigarettes!"
Frederic, white-faced and scowling
n remained at the window, glazing ou'
e into the rain-swept night. A STEADY
sheet of raindrops thrashed agains
. the window panes.
z Hear the wind" cried Yvonne
: after a single sharp glance at his tall
y m~otionless figure. "One can almOs
y imagine that ghosts from every grave
z yard in the world are whistling pas
2 our windows. Should we not rejoice
\ We have them safely locked outside
y ale! There are no ghosts In her,
to make US shiver-and-shake."
Z The sentence that began so glib,
\ trailed off in a slow c%rescendo, endinI
abruptly. Ranjab was holding tn
lighted taper for her cigarette. A
u she spoke her eyes were lifted to hi
j dark, saturnine face. She was sayin
there we're no ghosts, when his eye
suddenly fastened on hers. In spit
OF herself her voice rose In respons
to the curious dread that chilled he
heart as she looked into the shinin
mirrors above her. She shivered as
+ In the presence of death! For an IL
calculably brief period their gaze RI
. NAMED fixed and steady, each readin
= a mystery. Then the Hindu lowere
his heavy lashes and moved ava,
The little by-scene did not 60 unn'
Z ticed by the others. although its meal
ing was lost. s,S Nv .-HSAr-
There's nothing to be afraid O
Yyonne," said Brood, pressing IL
oe hand, which trembled in his. "Yol
Imagination carries you a long wa
Are you really afraid Of ghosts?"
lat She answered in a deep, solem
voice that carried conviction. Il b
es' lieve in ghosts. | believe the dea
lg' come back to us, not to fit about, {
IT! we are told by superstition, but
lodge-actually to d~well-inside the:
'Ke warm, living bodies of ours. The
ry- come and so at will, Sometimes v
feel that they are there, but-ah, wi
IRE knows? Their souls may conquer GU,
In and 60 on inhabiting-"
"Never!" he exclaimed quickly, b
his eyes were full of the wonder tn
e, he felt.
ice Frederic" she called imperativel
Come away from that window"
Ing The young a joined the grou
'od The sullen look in his face had Civ,
zy! way to one of acute inquiry. The ne
l note in her voice produced a stranI
effect upon him. 1t seemed like a CT
the for help, a cry out Of the darkness.
oss They were all playing for time. N
one OF them but who realized IN