The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1915-05-08

lvoHue hroou MT, Drtmohu observer
high touch OF color in her cheeks.
Her beautiful eyes were alive with an
excitement she could not conceal Mel
Their spoke for moment
you are accountable for this, Mrs
Brood" said Lydia Desmond's mother.
sternly. accusingIy. She expected a
storm Of indignant protest Instsed.
Yvonne smiled slightly.
1T will not hurt my husband TO
discover that Frederic Is man and
not milksop.v she said. but despite
her GOODNESS there was a perceptibls
note OF anxiety In her voice.
You know. then, that they are
that they will quarrel?'
II fancy II was In Frederic's mind
TO do SO when he came here this
morning. HE was still In his evening
clothes. Mrs. Desmond"
Where are they now?"
II think he has them on" said
Yyonns, lightly.
Mrs. Desmond regarded her for a
moment In perpIexhy. Then her eyes
flashed dangerously. II do not think
you misunderstood me, Mrs. Brood.
Where are Frederic and his father?"
Il am not accustomed TO that tone
OF voice, Mrs. Desmond"
II am no longer your housekeeper 2
said the other, Euccinctly. You do
not realize what thi. quarrel may
mean. insist on going wp to them
before It has gone too far
evil you be 30 good. Mrs. Des-
mond, as TO leave this house instant
iy?" cried Yvcnns angrily.
mo" said the other quietly. II ssp-
pose am too late to prevent trouble
between those two men. but shall o.
least remain here TO assure Frederic
OF my sympathy. TO help him II | can,
10 offer him the shelter OF my home"
A spasm OF alarm crossed Yvonnss
face. do you really believe II win
come to that?" she demanded. nerv-
ously.
"If what fear should come 10 pass.
he viii not stay In this house another
hour. He will go forth from II, ours
ing James Brood with all the hatred
that his soul can possess And now,
Mrs Brood. shall l tell you what /
think OF your 81 g-s..
mo. II isn't st all necessary. Be-
sides, I've changed my mind. ia like
you to remain. do not want to mys-
tIfy you any further Mrs. Desmond.
bat l now confess TO you that am
losing my courage. Don't ask nae 10
tell you why, but"
II suppose IT is the custom With
those rho play With IRE They shrink
when 4 burns them.s
Mrs Brood looked at her steadily
for q long time without speaking. The
rebellious. sullen expression died out
Of her eyes She sighed deeply, almost
despairingly.
Il am sorry you think Ill OF me. yet
] cannot blame you for considering me
TO be a--a-I'll not say Il. Mrs. Des
mond. IL wish / had never come 10
this house"
Permit me TO echo your words"
AOu viii never DC HDle 10 unuSI-
stand me. And, after all. why should
/ care? You are nothing to me. You
are merely good woman who has
no real object In life. You"
mo real object IN life7"
Precisely. Sit down. We will wait
here together. II you please. II am
worried. think Trather like to feel
that you are here with me. You see,
the crisis has come"
You know, OF course, that he turned
one wife out OF this house. Mrs.
Brood" said Mrs. Desmond. deliber-
ately.
Something like terror leaped into
the others eyes. The watcher expe-
rienced an incomprehensible feeling OF
pity for hers she who had been despis-
Ing her SO fercely the instant before.
"He-he viii not turn me out" MUIR
INJURED Yyonne. and suddenly began
pacing the floor. her hands clinched.