Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1915-08-06

nower TO thWar death, al least IL INN
instance. had its effect. not only on
the wounded man but on those VINO
attended him. Doctor Holder n th4
nurses were not slow to admit that
her magnificent courage, her almost
.scornful self-assurance, supplied them
with an incentive that otherwise might
never have got beyond the form OF a
mere hope. There was something pos
itively startling in her serene conVlc-
ton that Frederic was not to die NO
less a skeptic than the renowned
Doctor Holder conided to Lydia ana
her mother that he now believed IN
the supernatural and never again
would say there is no God" Win
the dampness of death on the young
mans brow, a remarkable change had
| occurred even as he watched for the
last fleeing breath. 1t was as II some
secret, uncomfortable force had SUD
denly interviewed to take the whole
matter out of natures hands. 1t was
not in the books that he should get
we'll; 1t was against every rule OF ma
ture that he should have survived h a
first days struggle. He was marked
for death and there was no alternative.
Then came the ~bewildering, mystlfy-
ing change. Life did not take its ex-
pected flight; instead it chung, flicker
ing but indestructible, to its clay n
would not obey the laws of nature.
For days and days life hung by what
we are pleased to call a thread; the
great shears of death could not sever
the tiny thing that held Frederic's
soul to earth. There was no hour IN
any of those days in which the be-
wildered scientist and his assistants
did not proclaim that 1t would be his
last, and yet he gave the lie to them.
Holder had gone to James Brood at
the end of the third day, and with the
sweat of the haunted on his brow a
whispered hoarsely that the case was
ont of his hands! He was no longer
the doctor but an agent governed by a
spirit that would not permit death to
claim it's own! And somehow Brood
; understood far better than the man OF
> science.
The true story of the shooting ha9
long been known to Lydia and ha
mother. Brood confessed everything
: TO them. He assumed all of the blamA
I for what had TRANSFERRED on that tragi6
t morning. He humbled himself before
them. and when they shook their
heads and turned their backs upo1
him he was not surprised, for he kneN
they were not convicting him of as
sault with a deadly frearm. Later
n on the story of Therese was told by
y him to Frederic and the girl. He did
his wife no injustice in the recital.
:, Frederic laid his hand upon the sort
brown head at his knee and voiced the
u thought that was in his min
- "You are wondering, as l am, too'
n what is to become of Yvonne after to-
day." he said. There must be an
III end, and if it doesn't come now, when
7r will it come? Tomorrow we sail. IL
is certain that she is not to accom-
- pany us. She has said so herself, anu
ie father has said so. He will not take
" her with him. So today must see tne
end Of things"
:. Frederic, | want you to do some
- thing for me-" said Lydia, earnestly
~ There was a time when / could not
have asked this Of you, but now
implore you to speak to your father
In her behalf. l love her, Freddy, dear
cannot help 1t. She asks nothing o.
any OF us, she expects nothing, ano
ne yet she loves all of us-yes, all OF us
nc She will never, by word or look, make
'h- a single plea for herself. have watched
de her closely all these weeks. Ther'
tly was never an instant when she re
ou- vealed the slightest sign of an appeal
ret She takes it for granted that she ha'
ad no place in our lives. In our memory
og- yes. but that is all. / think she !
OF reconciled to what she considers ne
ing fate and it has not entered her min
to protest against it. Perhaps 1t
lad natural that she should feel that wa,
the about it. But it is-oh, Freddy. 1t !
CIV terrible! If he would-would only vi
~ D6Hu d ltLl0 IOWdlu AOl' II
on Listen, Lyddy, dear. ] don't b.
.ow lieve it's altogether up to him. Their
Tue is a barrier that we can't see, but the
cen do-both of them. My mother stand
between them. You see, I've come I
tne know my father lately, dear. He's ne
I'M a stranger to me any longer. I kno'
ms what sort Of a heart he's got. H
ach never got over loving my mother, an
a he'll never get over knowing th'
Yvonne knows that she loved him
Win the day she died. We know what
yer. was in Yvonne that attracted him fro
llgn the first, and she knows. He's M
ring likely to forgive himself so easily. F
In didn't play fair with either of thel
lied that's what Pm trying to get at.
ever don't believe he can forgive himse
r II any more than he can forgive Yvonl
the for the thing she set about to do. "
sus- see, Lyddy, she married him witho
pite love. She debased herself, ev'
laid though she can't admit it even no
fam I love her, too. She's the most VIC
derful woman in the world. SheE
sive the finest instincts a womaH g,
IS to possessed. But she did give/ hers
,Dpy m tho man she hated with alHher a..