The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-06-19
CHAPTER XvI-continued.

Frederick, not without strange thrill
of satisfaction in his soul, and before
you were married, I'd say. On the
back of It il written: To my own
Uweetheart'-in Hungarian. Yvonne
says. There! 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 his eyes.
ITO my own sweetheart he cried
out. He sprang forward and struck
the photograph from Frederic's hand.
u fell to the floor at his feet. Before
the young man could recover from his
surprise. Brood's foot was upon the
bit Of cardboard. Don't raise your
hand to me! Don't you dare to strike
me! Now shall tell you who that
sweetheart was!"
Half an hour later James Brood de-
Dcended the stairs alone. He went
straight to the library where he knew
that he could find Yvonne. Ranjab.
standing In the hall, peered into his
white. drawn face as he passed. and
started forward as II to speak to him.
But Brood did not see him. He did
not HIT his gaze from the floor. The
Hindu went swiftly up the stairs. a
deep dread In his soul.
The shades were down. Brood
stopped inside the door and looked
duly about the library. He was on
the point Of retiring when Yvonne
spoke 10 him out Of the shadowy cor
ner beyond the fireplace.
"Ciose the door," she said huskily.
Then she emerged slowly, almost like
. spscter, from the dark background
formed BY the huge mahogany book
Isasss that lined the walls. from floor
20 ceiling. You were q long time
!HD there" she went on.
why ID II 90 dark in here, Yvonne?""
Ne asked lifelessly.
so that 1t would not be possible for
ne to see the shame in your eyes.
James"
He leaned heavily against the long
table. She came up and stood across
khe table from him. and he felt that
her eyes were searching his very soul.
Il have hurt him beyond all chance
lSor recovery" he said hoarsely.
"Oh. you coward" she cried. lean
ing over the table. her eyes blazing.
Fl can understand 1t in you. You have
no soul Of your own. What have you
dome TO your SON. James Brood!
He drew back az II from the impact
Of q. blow. Coward? II I have crushed
his SOUL It was done in time, Yvonne.
10 deprive you Of the glory Of doing it. :"
What did he say to you about mel"
you have had your fears for moth
ing. He did not put you in jeopardy"
DE said scornfully.
II know He is not coward" she
paid calmly.
In your heart you are reviling me.
You Judge me a. one guilty soul
Judges another. Suppose that were
10 confess to you that left him up
there with all the hope. all the life
blasted out Of his eyes-with a wound
An his heart that will never stop bleed
bng-that I left him because l was
sorry for what I had done and could
not stand by and look upon the wreck
q had created. Suppose"
II am still thinking OF you as a cow
ard. What 10 II to me that you are
porry now? What have you done to
that wretched. unhappy boy?"
He win tell you soon enough. Then
you win despise me even more than
dsspise myself. God! He = he
hooked at me with his mothers eyes
when I kept on striking blows at his
very soul. Her eyes-eyes that were
always pleading with me! But, curse
them-always scoflng at me! For q
moment faltered. There was . wave
Of love-yes, love, not pity, for him
a I saw him go down before the
words I hurled at him. It was as II
had hurt the only thing in all the
world that love. Then It passed. He
was not meant for me to love. He was
born for me to despise. He was born
10 torture me as have tortured him"
You poor fool!" she cried, her eyes
giittering.
"Sometfmes have doubted my own
season." he went on as II he had not
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