The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-07-08


know she was innocent" he said in
low. unsteady voice.
And why have hated you, al-e7
But what you do not understand is
how ! could have brought myself to
the point Of loving you"
Loving me! Good heaven, woman.
what do you"
Loving you in spite OF myself she
cried, beating upon the table with her
hands. 81 have tried to convince my.
self that 1t was not | but the spirit OF
Matilde that had come to lodge in my
treacherous body. | hated you for
myself and loved you for Matilde.
She loved you to the end. She never
hated you. That was IT, The pure,
deathless love Of Matilde was constant.
ly fighting against the hatred bore
for you. believe as firmly as | be.
lieve that am alive that she has been
near me all the time, battling against
my insane desire for vengeance. You
have only to recall TO yourself the mo.
ments when you we're so viyidly re-
minded Of Matilde Valeska. At those
times am sure that something of Ma
tide was in me. was not myself You
have looked into my eyes a thousand
times with a question in your own.
Your soul was striving to reach the
soul Of Matilde. All all these months
have known that you loved Matilde-
not me. You loved the Matilde that
was in me- You"
81 have thought Of her-always Of
her-when you we're in my arms"
Il know how well you loved her."
she declared slowly. 81 know that you
went to her tomb long after her death
was revealed to you. know that years
ago you made an effort to find Fever
ELI. You found his grave, too, and you
could not ask him, man to man, If you
had wronged her But in spite OF all
that you brought up her boy to be sac.
riiiced as"
T-I-good God, am l to believe
you? II he should be my son!" he
cried, starting up, cold with dread.
He is your son. He could be no
other mans son. / have her dying
word for IT, She declared 1t In the
presence Of her God. Wait! Where
are you going?"
81 am going down to him."
mot yet, James. have still more
to say TO you-more to confess. Here!
Take this package Of letters. Read
them as you sit beside his bed-not
his deathbed, for l shall restore him
to health, never fear. II he were to
die, should curse myself to the end
Of time, for l and l alone would have
been the cause. Here are her letters
and the one Feverelli wrote to her.
This is her deathbed letter to you. And
this is a letter to her son and yours!
You may some day read 1t to him. And
here-this is a document requiring me
to share my fortune with her son. II
is a pledge that took before my IA.
ther died a few years ago. If the boy
ever appeared, he was to have his
mothers share Of the estate-and It is
not an inconslderable amount, James.
He is Independent Of you. He need
ask nothing Of you. was taking him
home to his own"
She shrank slightly as he stood over
her. There was more of wonder and
pity In his face than condemnation.
She looked for the anger she had ex.
pected to arouse in him. and was
dumfounded to see that 1t was not re.
vealed in his steady, appraising eyes.
Your plan deserved a better fate
than this Therese. II was prodigious!
IL can almost pity you"
"Have--have you no pain--no regret
no grief?" she cried weakly
yes" he said, controlling himself
with difficulty. "Yes, know all these
and more" He picked up the pack.
age Of letters and glanced at the sub.
scription on the outer envelope. Sud.
denly he raised them to his lips and,
with his eyes closed, kissed the words
that we're written there. Her head
dropped, and sob came into her
throat. She did not look up until he
began speaking to her again, quietly
even patiently. But why should you,
even in your longing for revenge-why
should you have planned to humiliate
and degrade him even more than |
could have done? Was it Just to your
sisters son that you should blight his
life, that you should turn him into a
skulhng, sneaking betrayer? What
would you have gained in the end? His
loathing, his scorn-my God, Therese,
did you not think of all this?"
Il have told you that l thought Of
everything was mistaken. did not
stop to think that / would be taking
him away from happiness in the shape
Of love that he might bear for someone
else. did not know that there was
Lydia Desmond. When came to know,
my heart softened and my purpose lost
most Of its force. He would have been
safe with me, but would he have been
happy? ! could not give him the kind
of love that Lydia promised. could
only be his mothers sister to him. He
was not in love with me. He has al
ways loved Lydia. / fascinated him
Just as fascinated you. He would not
have gone away with me, even after
you had told him that he was not your
son. He would not do that to you,
James, In spite of the blow you struck
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have whole house to himself.
He will find that he can ride I'M.