The Lemmon herald. (Lemmon, Perkins County, S.D.) 1912-1917, 1915-08-25
CHAPTER Xyl-Continucd.


1T was made in Vienna" interrupted
Frederick not without strange thrill
ct satisfaction in his soul, 'and before
YOU we're married, I'd say. On the
hack of it is written: To my own
sweetheart'-in Hungarian, Yvonne
says There Look at her. She was
lhe that when you married her. God,
how adorable she must have been. To
my own sweetheart Ho ho,"
hoarse cry of rage and pain bust
from Brood's lips. The world went red
before his eyes.
To my own sweetheart!' he cried
cut He sprang forward and struck
the photograph from Frederic's hand.
It 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 ne, Don't you dare to strike
me- Now l shall tell you who that
sweetheart was"
Half an hour later James Brood de-
sceaded the stairs alone. He went
straight 10 the library where he knew
that he could find Yvonne Ranjab,
standing in the hall, peered into his
"hite, drawn face as he passed, and
started forward as ii to speak to him.
hlt BROOD 0id not see him. He did
Tot MT his gaze from the floor. The
liihdu went swiftly up the stairs, a
aeep dread in his soul.
Ihe shades we're down. Brood
stopped inside the door and looked
o-A| about the library. He was on
'he point Of retiring when Yvonne
spoke to him out of the shadowy cor
AeF beyond the fireplace.
Jiose the DOOR" she said huskiiy.
ihen she emerged slowly, almost like
Specter, from the dark background
formed BY the huge mahogany book
cases that lined the walls, from floor
u ceiling, You were a long time
Op there she went on.
"hy is 1t so dark in here, Yvonne?'
De asked lifelessly.
30 mat 1t would not be possible for
lie 10 see the shame in your eyes,
James
ne leaned heavily against the long
Iao'e' She came up and stood across
me liable from him, and he felt that
AeF eyes were searching his very soul.
l have hurt him beyond all chance
'of recovery he said hoarsely.
oh, you coward" she cried. lean.
.4g over the table, her eyes blazing
tan understand it in you. You have
~ Soul oil Your own. What have you
1oAe 10 Your son, James Brood?'
lie drew back as if from the impact
=. olo" Coward? If have crushed
.'s soul 1t was done in time, Yvonne,
=" oepfiVe you of the glory of doing it. .
=" nat dld he say to you about me?''
lou have had your fears for moth,
As he did not put you in jeopardy,
he said scornfully.
i know. He is not a coward" she
said calmly.
= III your heart you are reviling me.
oI Juuge me as one guilty soul
.1uses another. Suppose that l were
~ confess to you that l left him up
mere with all the hope, all the life
s'dsled out of his eyes-with a wound
-. MS heart that will never stop bleed
~s-that left him because l was
! ior what had done and could
.V' , stand by and look upon the wreck
Lac created. Suppose"
am still thinking of you as a COW.
a'u. M What Is 1t to me that you are
.n.! now? What have you done to
"a, "retched, unhappy boy?"
he will tell you soon enough. Then
t.l ~ WIZ despise me even more than |
spise myself. God. He - he
u ,t al me with his mothers eyes
.AeH Kept on striking blows at his
~! ~, soul. Her eyes-eyes that were
,ho caFs pleading with me! But, curse
.sn-al"ays scoffing at me! For a
- Hsnt ! faltered. There was a wave
g ','e-Ees, love. nof pity for him
saw him go down before the
,ss 0s hurled at him. 1t was as If
-, Haft the only thing in all the
,oa '1 mat | love. Then it passed. He
w. Hot meant for me to love. He was
n ~ .oF ME to despise. He was born
nvfe Svllufe me as have tortured him. "
,,,..o ~ poor fool" she cried, her eyes
s..ss, nellnes ] have doubted my own