The Carlisle independent., 1915-07-01
CHAPTER XxiV.
T Cannot Come to Him."

SdIiiOk SOIuC tO Fitftis
 The next day came, bright and sweet, and as fair as a blue sky could make it for one who looked aloft. But eyes are not always turned toward the unclouded sky. There are shadows below that claim the vision and the day is bleak
 The ship was to sail at noon. At ten o'clock the farewells were be- ing said. There were tears and heart aches-and there was fierce rebellion in the hearts of two of the voyagers. Yvonne had declined to go to the pier to see them off and Brood was going away without a word to her about the future! That was manifest to the anxious, soul-tried watchers In si- lenee they made their way out to the waiting automobile. As Brood was about to pass through the broad front door, resolute figure confronted him. For a moment master and man stared hard into each others eyes, and then. as if obeying an infiexible command the former turned to glance backward into the hallway. Yvonne was stand ing in the library door.
 "Sahib!" said the Hindu, and there was strange authority in his voice Tell her, sahib. It is not so cruel to tell her as it would be to go away with out a word. She is waiting to be told that you do not want her to remain in your home"
 Brood closed his eyes for a second and then strode quickly toward his wife.
 "Yvonne, they all want me to take you along with us," he said. his voice shaking with the pent-up emotion of weeks.
 She met his gaze calmly almost se- renely. But of course, it is quite impossible" she said. q understand, James"
 ''It is not possible he said, steady ing his voice with an effort
 That is why I thought it would be better to say good-by here and not at the pier. We must have some respect for appearances, you know" She was absolutely unmoved.
 He searched her eyes intently, look ing for some sign of weakening on her part He did not know whether to feel disappointed or angry at what he saw. T don't believe you would have gone if I had"
 You need not say it, James. You did not ask me, and I have not asked anything of you.''
 Before I go" he said nervously, q want to say this to you: I have no feeling of resentment toward you. I am able to look back upon. what you would have done without a single thought of anger. You have stood by me in time of trouble. l owe a great deal to you, Yvonne. You will not accept my gratitude-it would be farce to offer it to you under the cir cumstances. But I want you to know that I am grateful You"
 "Go on, please. This is the psycho- logical moment for you to say that your home cannot be mine. I am ex- pecting it."
 He strengthened up and his eyes hardened q shall never say that to you, Yvonne. You are my wife. shall expect you to remain my wife to the very end"
 Now, for the first time, her eyes flew open with surprise. A bewil1ered expression came into them almost at once. He had said the thing she least expected. She put out her hand to steady herself against the door.
 "Do-do you mean that. James," she said wonderingly.
 You are my property. You are bound to me- I do not intend that you shall ever forget that, Yvonne. don't believe you really love me. but that is not the point. Other women have not loved their husbands and yet