The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1915-05-13

almost as splendid as your father. He,
too, has been angry with me. He, too.
has made me shudder. But he. too.
has forgiven me, as you shall this In
stant. Say 1t. Freddie. You do for
give me? | was mean, nasty. ugly.
vile-oh. everything that's horrid
take II all back. Now. be nice to mel"
She laid her hand Nn his arm, an
appealing little caress that conquered
him in a fash. He clasped her fingers
in his and mumbled incoherently as
he leaned forward. drawn resstlessly
nearer by a strange magic that was
hers.
"You-you are wonderful" he muir
| INJURED. II knew that you'd regret
what you said. You couldn't have
meant IT,"
She smiled, patted his hand gently.
and allowed her swimming eyes to
rest on his for an instant to complete
the conquest. Then she motioned him
away. Broods voice was heard in the
doorway. She had, however, planted
an insidious thing in Frederic's mind.
and It would grow.
Her husband re-entered the room,
his arm linked In Lydia's. Frederic
was lighting a cigarette at the table.
"You did not mean all that you said
a moment ago. Yvonne," said Brood
levelly. Lydia misinterpreted your
Jest. You meant nothing unkind,
am sure" He was looking straight
into her rebellous eyes; the last
CLEAN OF defiance died out of them
as he spoke.
II am sorry, Lydia, darling" she
said, and reached out her hand to the
girl, who approached reluctantly, un-
certainly. Il confess that I was jeal-
Gus. Why shouldn't | be jealous?
You are so beautiful, so splendid"
She drew the girl down beside her.
Forgive me. dear" And Lydia. whose
honest heart had been so full OF re-
sentiment the moment before. could
not withstand the humble appeal In
the voice of the penitent she smiled,
first at Yvonne then at Brood. ard
never quite understood the impulse
that ordered her to kiss the warm. red
lips that so recently had offended.
James, dear" fell softly alluringly
from Yvonne's now tremulous lips,
He sprang to her side. She kissed
him passionately. Now, we are all
ourselves once MORE" she gasped a
/ moment later, her eyes still fixed In
quiringly on those of the man beside
. her. Let us be gay! Let us forget
/. | o. 70
! Lydia is not going home yet. Ranjab
3 the cigarettesl"
Frederic. white-faced and scowling
4 remained at the window. glaring oul
9 into the raln.swept night. A steady
sheet of raindrops thrashed against
the window panes.
, Hear the wind!" cried Yvonne
; after a single sharp glance at his tall
motionless figure. "One can almos
/ imagine that ghosts from every grave
yard in the world are whistling pas
our windows. Should we not rejoice
We have them safely locked outside
ale! There are no ghosts in herr
Z to make us shiver-and-shake.
The sentence that began so glib!
trailed of In slow crescendo, endini
abruptly. Ranjab was holding thu
lighted taper for her cigarette. Al
she spoke her eyes we're lifted to hi
dark, saturnine face. She was sayini
there we're no ghosts, when his eye
suddenly fastened on hers. In spit
of herself her voice rose In respons
to the curious dread that chilled he
heart as she looked into the shining
mirrors above her. She shivered as
: In the presence of DEATH For an in
calculably brief period their gaze re
mained fixed and steady. each readin
; a mystery. Then the Hindu lowere
his heavy lashes and moved away
ticed by the others, although its mean
ing was lost.
There's nothing to be afraid o
Yvonne." said Brood. pressing tn
e hand, which trembled In his. "You
imagination carries you a long way
Are you really afraid of ghosts?"
II She answered in a deep. solem
voice that carried conviction. 81 bs
s. lieve in ghosts. believe the dea
3. come back to US. not to fit about, a
= we are told by superstition, but I
lodge-actually to dwell--inside thes
. warm, living bodies OF ours. The
Y come and go at will Sometimes W
feel that they are there, but-ah, VIII
e knows? Their souls may conquer our
n and go on inhabiting-"
"Never!" he exclaimed quickly, bu
his eyes we're full Of the wonder tha
he felt
'e "Frederic!" she called imperativel!
Come away from that window"
g The young man joined the groul
ID The sullen look in his face had give
:! way to one of scute inquiry, The me-
! note in her voice produced strang
a effect upon tini. II seemed like a ca
le for help, a cry out of the darkness
's They we're all playing for time. Nc
one of them but who realized this
d. something sinister was attending the