Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1915-08-04

Tin lieu of court plaster) lay soaking
upon that wound-a trick learned in
the old days when razors grew dull
overnight.
Hurt? Oh, ran against something
when 1 wasn't looking" he explained
lamely. Then he added eagerly: 81
did not know that you we're on this
gallery First time I've put up at
hotel in years." 1t did rot serve.
"You have been fighting! Your
hand"
He looked at the hand dumbly. How
keen her eyes were.
'Was it Mallow? Did you
. r. whip him?"
T did," initiating her tone
and hesitance. 1t was the wisest
thing he could have done, for it re-
Taxed the nerves of both of them.
Elsa smiled, smiled and forgot the
substance of all her rehearsals, forgot
the letter of credit, warm with the
heat of her heart. 81 am pagan"
she confessed.
"And I am a barbarian. I ought to
be horribly ashamed of myself"
But you are nOt?'
For a moment their eyes drew. Hers
we're like dark whirlpools, and he felt
himself drifting helplessly, irresist-
IDLY. He dropped his hands upon the
railing and gripped; the illusion of
fighting a current was almost real TO
him. Every fiber In his body cried out
against the struggle
mo, not in the least" he said, look
ing toward the sunset. Fighting is
riff-raff business, and I'm only riff
raffer at best"
Rather, aren't you Paul Ellison,
! brother, twin brother, of the man l
said | was going home to marry?"
How far away her voice seemed!
The throb in his forehead and the dull
ache over his heart, where some Of
the sledge-hammer blows had gone
home, he no longer felt.
Don't deny it. 1t would be useless.
Knowing your brother as I do, who
could doubt it?"
He remained dumb.
Il couldn't understand, just simply
couldn't. They never told me; in all
the years l have known them, in all
the years I have partly made their
home my own, there was nothing. Not
a trinket. Once I saw a camera pic
ture. know now why Arthur snatched
it from my hand. 1t was you. You
were bending over an engineers tri-
pod Even now should have doubted
had not recalled what you said one
day on board, that you had built
bridges. Arthur couldn't build any
thing stronger than an artists easel.
You are Paul Ellison"
81 am sorry you found out"
"Why?"
because I wanted to be no more
than an incident in your life, just
Parrot & Co"
Parrot & Col"
It was like caress; but he was too
dull to sense it, and she was uncon.
scious of the infection The burning
sunshine gave to his hair and beard
the glistening Of rudy gold. Her
imagination, full of unsupported poetry
at this moment, clothed him in the
metals of a viking. There we're other
whirlpools besides those in her eyes
but Elsa did not sense the drifting as
he had done. 1t was insidious.
can incident" she repeated.
could 1 be more?" with sudden
fierceness. could I be any more in
any woman's life? l take myself fol
what 1 am, but the world will always
take me for what have done. Yes
I am Paul Ellison, forgotten, I hope
by all those who knew me. Why die
you seek me that night? Why die
you come into my life to make bitter
ness become despair? The blacklist
kind of despair. Elsa Chetwood
Elsa! Well, the consul is
right. I am strong man. l can gt
out of your life, at least physically
I can say that 1 love you, and I cal
add to that goodbye"
He wheeled abruptly and wen
quickly down the gallery, bareheaded
without any destination in his mind
with only one thought, to leave hel
before he lost the last shreds Of hi.
self-control.
1t was then that Elsa knew he
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was pagan-for, had he turned ant
held out his hands, she would hav,
gone to him, gone with him. anywher,
, in the world. lawfully or unlawful1y.
. Elsa sang. When Martha came t,
help her dress for dinner she still
sang. It was wordless song. a mel
ody that every human heart contain
and which finds expression but once
Elsa loved.
: Doubt, that arch-enemy of love AM
> faith and hope, doubt had spread it
: dark pinions and flown away into yee
terdays. She felt the zest and exhila
ration Of a bird just given it's free
: dom. Once she slipped from Martha
, cunning hands and ran out upon tn
D gallery.
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