The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-07-01
the unbelievable had happened saw
that" He stopped short,

toned your too solid friend over there
to unravel the mystery for you? In
the quiet of certain lonely, speculative
hours have you not wondered where
you had seen me before-long, long
before the night in London? In all the
years that you have been trying 70
convince yourself that Frederic is not
your son, has there not been the vision
Of"
what are you saying to me? Are
you trying to tell me that you are Ma
tilde?"
III not Matilde. then who am /,
pray?" she demanded.
He sank back, frowning. ut cannot
be possible. | would know her a thou
sand years from now. You cannot
trick me into believing But, in
Gods name, who are you?" He leaned
forward again, clutching the edge OF
the table. "By heaven, sometimes
think you are ghost come to haunt
me, to torture me. What trick, what
magic is behind all this? Has her
soul, her spirit, her actual being found
lodging place in you, and have you
been sent to curse me for"
She rose halfway out Of her chair,
leaning farther across the table. "Yes,
James Brood, represent the spirit OF
Matilde Valeska, II you will have 1t SO.
Not sent to curse you, but to love you.
That's the pity of 1t all. ] swear to
you that It is the spirit of Matilde that
urges me to love you and to spare you
now. 1t Is the spirit OF Matilde that
stands between her son and death. But
It is not Matilde who confronts you
here and now, you may be sure OF that.
Matilde loved you. She loves you now,
even in her grave. You will never be
able to escape from that wonderful
love Of hers. II there have been times
and heaven knows there were many,
know-when l appeared to love you
for myself, ! swear to you that | was
moved by the spirit of Matilde. Il
am as much mystified, as greatly puz-
zled as yourself. | came here to hate
you, and have loved you--yes, there
we're moments when ! actually loved
you"
Her voice died away into a whisper.
For many seconds they sat looking
into each others eyes, neither pos
sessing the power to break the strange
spell Of silence that had fallen upon
them.
mo, II is not Matilde who confronts
you now, but one who would not spare
you as she did up to the hour OF her
death. You are quite safe from ghosts
from this hour on, my friend. You
will never see Matilde again, though
you look into my eyes till the end of
time. Frederic may see, may feel the
spirit of his mother, but you-ah, no!
You have seen the last of her. Her
blood is in my veins, her wrongs are in
my heart. II was she with whom you
fell in love and 1t was she you married
six months ago. but now the curtain is
lifted. Don't you know me now, James ?
Can your memory carry you back
twenty-three years and deliver you
from doubt and perplexity? Look
closely, say. ! was six years old
then and"
Brood was glaring at her as one
stupefied. Suddenly he cried out in a
loud voice: Heaven help me, you
are--you are the little sister? The
little Therese?"
She was standing now, leaning far
over the table. for he had shrunk down
into his chair.
"The little Therese, yes! Now do
you begin to see? Now do you begin
to realize what came here to do? Now
do you know why married you? Isn't
II clear to you? Well, have tried
to do all these things so that | might
break your heart as you broke hers. !
came to make you pay!" She was
speaking rapidly, excitedly now. Her
voice was high-pitched and unnatural.
Her eyes seemed to be driving him
deeper and deeper into the chair, fore.
ing him down as though with a giants
hand. "The little, timid, heartbroken
Therese who would not speak to you,
nor kiss you, nor say good-by to you
when you took her darling sister away
from the Bristol in the Kartnerring
more than twenty years ago. All, how
l loved her-how loved her! And
how / hated you for taking her away
from me- Shall ever forget that we'd
ding night? Shall | ever forget the
grief, the loneliness, the hatred that
dwelt in my poor little heart that
night? Everyone was happy-the
whole world was happy-but was |?
| was crushed with grief. You were
taking her away across the awful sea
and you were to make her happy, SO
they said-ai-e, so said my beloved
joyous sister You stood before the
altar In St. Stephens with her and
romised-promised every
thing. ! heard you. | sat with my
| uOthcA anu huih hSu W iNc, Uul UeHTO
you. All Vienna, all Budapest said that
you promised naught but happiness tc
each other. She was twenty-one. She
was lovely-ah, far lovelier than that
wretched photograph lying there In
front of you. 1t was made when she
was eighteen. She did not write those
words on the back of the card. wrote
them-not more than month ago, be
fore | gave II to Frederic. To thi:
house she came twenty-three year,
ago. You brought her here, the happi
est girl in all the world. How did yol
send her away? How?"
He stirred in the chair A spasm o
pain crossed his face. "And was thu
happiest man in all the world" he sale