The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-12-03
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opportunity to see you curse yoN
Her sister," uttered the many
lovingly. Il have married the
Therese. | have held her sister in
arms all these months and never KIN
1t is dream. L"
"Ah, but you have felt even thous
-"
He struck the table violently With\
his fist. His eyes were blazing. What \
manner of woman are you? What
were you planning to do to that I'M
happy boy-her Are you hend
to"
In good time, James, you will kno"
what manner Of woman | am she in
terrupted quietly. Sinking back in the
chair she resumed the broken strain.
all the time watching him through
halfClosed eyes. she died ten years
ago. Her boy was twelve years old.
She never saw him after the night you
turned her away from this house. On
| her deathbed. as she was releasing her
pure, undehled soul to Gods keeping.
she repeated to the priest who went
! through the unnecessary form OF aD'
solving her--she repeated her solemn
/ declaration that she had never Wron8ed
you by thought or deed, had always
believed her, the holy priest believed
her, God believed her You would
have believed her, too, James Brood.
| She was a good woman. DO you hear?
Aud you put curse upon her and
drove her out into the night. That
was uo5 ALL You prosecuted her to the
end OF her unhappy life. You did that
to my sister,"
"And'yet you married me" he NUT
tered thicldy.
Not because / loved you-oh, no!
She loved you to the day Of her DEATH
after all the misery and suffering You
, had heaped upon her. No woman ever
g endured the anguish that she suffered
! throughout those hungry years. You
S kept her child from her. You denied
:, him to her, even though you denied
u him to yourself. Why did you keep
S him from her? She., was his mother.
/ She had borne him, he was all hers.
Z. But no. 1t was your revenge to de-
e prive her of the child she had brought
e into the world. You worked deliberate
d ly in this plan to crush what little
there was left in life for her. You kept
r. him with you, though you branded him
g with a name cannot utter; you guard
S. ed him as if he were your most
e precious possession and not curse to
N your pride; you did this because you
knew that you could drive the barb
Is more deeply into her tortured heart
re You allowed her to die, after years OF
er pleading, after years Of vain endeavor
is without one glimpse Of her boy, with
u out ever having heard the word mother
III on his lips. That is what you did tc
of nv sister. For twelve long years yor
le gloated over her misery. Oh, God
o! man, how | hated you when married
err you!" She paused breathless.
in You are creating an excuse for you
Oh devilish conduct" he exclaimed harsh
ed ", "You are like Matilde, false to thu
is core. You married me for the luxury
S? could provide, Notwithstanding tn
OK curse had put upon your sister.
on don't believe a word of what you ar
ok saying to-"
I'D Don't you believe that am her sis
ter?"
ne "You-yes, by heaven. must belieV
that. Why have | been so blind? 70
on are the little Therese, and you hate
he me in those other days, ! remembe
we'll the"
far "A child's despairing hatred becaus
wn YOU we're taking away the being sh
loved best of all. Will you believe N
do when say that my hatred did not el
gin dure for long? When her happy, jO
ow Gus letters came back to us filled Wit
mt accounts of your goodness, your dew
led tion, II allowed my hatred to die.
ght forgot that you had robbed me, can
!. | to look upon you as the fairy prime
vas after ALL 1t was not until she came
1er the way across the ocean and began
raj die before our eyes-she was years
i'm dwight was not until then that b
,rc. gan to hate you with real, undyil
ats hatred"
ken "And yet you gave yourself to me
mn he cried. you put yourself in b
YOU place. In heavens name, what was
yay be gained by such an act as that?"
ing 81 wanted to take Matildes boy aW
low from YOU" she hurried on, and for
And first time her eyes began to Wav'
Uav 1.-THE idea suggested itself to me |
we'd. night met you at the comtesse's d
the ner. 1t was wonderful, tremendo
that thought that entered my brain.
that first my real self revolted, but as I'll
the went on the idea became an obsessi'
. 70 | married you, James Brood. for
we're sole purpose of hurting you IN
sea worst possible way; by having
90 tides son strike you where the p'
we'd would be the greatest. All, you
the thinking that would have permit
and myself to have become his mistrt
,erv. but you are mistaken. | am not I
Aad -,,o,,Id MT ,houa damned