The Carlisle independent., 1915-06-03
CHAPTER XVi-Continued.

Tt was made in Vienna" interrupted Frederick, not without a strange thrill of satisfaction in his soul, "and befofe you were married, I'd say. On the back of it is written: TO my own sweetheart--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.
 To my own sweetheart!' he cried out. He sprang forward and struck the photograph from Frederic's hand Ut fell to the floor at his feet. Before the young man could recover from his surprise, Brood's foot was upon the Dit of cardboard. Don't raise your hand to me! Don't you dare to strike me! Now I shall tell you who that sweetheart was,"
 Half an hour later James Brood de- Bcended 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 if 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 were 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 a specter, from the dark background formed by the huge mahogany book leases that lined the walls, from floor to ceiling. You were a long time up there" she went on.
 Why is it so dark in here, Yvonne" he asked lifelessly.
 So that it 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 were searching his very soul.
 'I have hurt him beyond all chance for recovery" he said hoarsely.
 "Oh, you coward!" she cried, lean Hng over the table, her eyes blazing. l''I can understand it in you. You have mo soul of your own. What have you done to your son, James Brood?" He drew back as if from the impact Iof blow. Coward? If l have crushed his soul, it was done in time, Yvonne, Ito deprive you of the glory of doing it.
 What did he say to you about mel"
 You have had your fears for noth ing. He did not put you in jeopardy" he said scornfully.
 '1 know He is not coward she said calmly.
 'In your heart you are reviling me. You judge me as one guilty soul judges another. Suppose that I were ito confess to you that I left him up blasted out of his eyes-with wound in his heart that will never stop bleed fng-that I left him because I was sorry for what I had done and could not stand by and look upon the wreck I had created. Suppose"
 q am still thinking of you as cow ard. What is it to me that you are sorry now? What have you done to that wretched. unhappy boy?"
 "He will tell you soon enough. Then you will despise me even more than l despise myself. God! He = he looked 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 scoffing at mel! For moment I faltered. There was wave of love-yes, love, not pity, for him as I saw him go down before the words I hurled at him. It was as if 1 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 to torture me as have tortured him."
 You poor fool!" she cried. her eyes glittering.
 Sometimes I have doubted my own reason" he went on as if he had not