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La prensa. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1913-1962, 1915-07-21

1ombre embellishments afeitado, yes
lido con frac de Iargos faltones, ador
lado de botoneS de acero, con corba-
a blanca Y los cabellos empolvados
Commando bucles.
Noel llam0 ' un hombre afrave-
50 Ell patio y abri6 Ia cancela.
Tendria 30 amos, POGO mas o M
nos; pero TODD rastro de juventud bri
llaba en- 81 por su a~usencia. Coiea-
"a; sus miembros parecian que esta-
ban anudados; sus brazos caian a 10
largo del cuerpo. Pobremente vesti-
DO, mitad de aldeano, mitad de se1o-
rito, Nevada puestos unos manguitos
sobre los que Sc be:an numerosas
manchas de tinta.
Noel miraba, con Ia sorpresa natu-
raj en- un hombre que Sc ha criado
libremente, 4 aquel sujeto de cara
abotargada y ojos a~zules, cuyos par
pados parecian temDlar de miedo an
ties de decidirse 4 levantarse. En- Ia
pesadez del personaje, en- % deSrna-
nado de u Attitudes, Sc veia impre-
So Ia incurable timidez que resuita
de Il sujecion extraordinaria.
Claudio Bidard, que aSi Sc llama
ba, era q L. vez eScribiente y portsro
del notario de PieTre-Benite. Su pa
Dire, rico labrador, var y duro, lie
habia colocado ALI para no tenerlo
en- Ia ciudad. Claudio habria podido
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"a IN campanario de pizarra entire
los arboles: cree que solo tiene que
alar@at Ia mano para tocarlo y llega
q 81 cuando va es de noche.
NO lIegaremos nunca!-decia
Noel 4 cada inStanre.
Al cabo de dos horas. el cochero
senalo con Ia fuSta una doble hilera
lie caSaS bajas.
-Ia estamoS en- Pierre-Benite.
Fl cabano sc detuvo ante Ia uni
g. posada dc II unica Gale del pue-
h'o, que era la misma carretera.
-ESta Is Ia Cruz Blanca"-ana-
do el cochero.-Hemos llegado bien
pronto.
-PueSjo que eStamos en- Ia Cruz
Blanca" de 10 cual no es possible du-
dar viendo eSa magnifica muestra
que representa- una cruz blanca sobre
ioudo rojo. desenganche Ell caballO,
dele IN pienSo. coma listed. beba Y
eSpsreme.
Noel bajo del coche Y Sc dirigi6
hacia Ia casa del notario, Situada a
pocos metros de distancia. A la en-
trada habia VI patio Y detras un
jardin a IA francesa, cuyoS nlaci-
EOS bordeabsn pianras de BOZ Y pera-
les eGanoS entrelaZados. Era una de
eSas caSss burguesas del siglo XVIII,
c~uadradas, CRISES. de un solo piSo,
de las cuales Sc eSpera yer salir un
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| Apreciaba mucho 4 los a~ristocratas '
altos f~uncionarios Y, en- general, 4
.odos los que iban bien vestidos. La
elegancia del joven lie prcvino en- su
favor.
Noel Sc do 4
va lie recuerdo a listed. Su pa
lre / III hombre eXcelente. Me ha-
olaba de listed con frecuencia Y lie
Aabia preparado un buen porvenir.
-:Ay, senior Pochon.-dijo Noel.
-Mucho temo haber r%espondido nal
/ esas esperanzas: esta confession es
Ia que vengo 4 hacer = listed. La for
tuna que me dej6 mi padre va no
existe.
Sc detuvo, algo Modesto por las
miradas del ~notario. fijas en- el.
Ell senior Pochon observe su en-
oarazo e hizo un gesto cortes que
significaba: Continue listed.
Solo me queda Ia granja de Pie
rre-Benite Y me veo precisadO 4 VEN
-Permitame una pregunta, senior
Falcaud. GTiene listed deudas?
No, senior.
e. notario reflexion6 I'm momento.
La granja renta cuatro mil fran
cos. Esta renta es suficiente para
IN hombre que trabaje.
-Tengo necesidad de dinero para
IN negocio.
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,eclamar Ia herencia de su madre
zero que no sc hubiera atrevido Il
q 4 hacerlc Y recibia con callada re
signaci0n el primero de cada mes 10
80 frances que CANADA. FL viejc
in embargo, no cesaba de queJars'
!e su hijo.
-Es listed muy feliz por no tene'
hijos-decia 4 IN vecino suyo:-y'
:engo uno 4 quien 81 madre Sc EN-
Den6 en- darle instruction Y no es ca
oaz nj de ganar su pan.
Ell tic Bidard, que poseia Glen mi.
frances en- tierras, rehusaba dar III
real para Ia suscripcion organlzads
0 ell parroco una vez al n con
destino a los pobres del pueblo.
Los pobres son mas ricos que
nosotros, senior Characterization Ell
mundo les da Y 4 nosotros no nos'da
nadie.
Claudio abria Ia puerta Y copla-
ba es~crituras. Cuando tenla algunos
~instantes desocupados los empleaba
en- eSpresar u pensamientos por me
dio de sencillos apologies en- prosa o
verso. Maltratado por 81 padre, sin
amigos, sin afeciones, hallaba i'm con-
suelo al quejarse sobre el papel y al
criticar ingeniosamente Ia Suerte, que
lie era adverse, Y las hsmbres dc que
era victima.
En- ei momento en- que Noel bajo
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lumcnla Ia pOblaci6n.

con motive dc los successes que
- han "c@is;rado IN 81 sur, Ia
aumrniaio IA poblacidn de csta
riudad. Fin los iiIimoS tcenrs vani-
dos de- .lguasralicntcs. Zacateras y
otras poblacioncs Situadas al Sur
b. Torc"Gn. han arribado cnntrna-
res dc personals que radicahan On
dirnas riudadcs Y que han ycuido 4
r>Iab!rcersr alui provjSionalm"nt"
a rauSa del avaHrc dc las tropaS de-.
general .Nlvaro ObrcG6n.
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'el coche ante Ia posada de Ia Cruz
lanca' estaba terminando un apo
lgo titulado: lei pijaro en- ell POGO:
Unos ninos nal intencionados ha-
ian cogido un pajarillo, cortando-
: las alas Y ~aIrojandolo o un POGO.
Il pajaro, desde el fondo, miraba al
ielo Y desesperabase por no poder
l~canzarlo.
La suerte de aquel pajaro, mo
"a la inagen de su destino?
Al Or la campanilla ocult0 preci-
ritadamente el papel Y Ell poeta Sc
:onvirtiG en- portero.
EEL senior Pochon?-preguntG
Noel.
-Esta en- su despacho.
Noel sigui6 al escribiente, que lie
conduJo hasta Ell despacho de su jefe.
FL senior. Ponchon era un hombre
alto, vestido siempre de negro y con
rostro &feitado; sus negras cejas
ccntraste con sus cabellos
CRISES cortados al rape. Ell conjun-
to era de una frialdad Y discretion
abrumadoras. Hablaba lentamente Y
lespues de haber reflexionado, procu-
aba ahorrar palabras Y solo decia Ia
lue guerra decir. Adicto al Impe-
10, alcalde desde 1851, miembro del
general, su Influenza era
en- ell departamento del Ain.
Recibi0 q Noel con amabiIidad.
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FOLLETIN No 5.
Ell PROSCRIPTO.
TONY REVILL0N.

II de Arma>. en- que los recluCas Ia
elan el ejercicio, ~pareciaie hoy III
gubre. la plaza es.aba desierta y.
4 raves de laS nieolaS del Saona. l%s
caSas e Saint-Laureut le parecian
mas negraS ' los hahitanteS mas toS-
COS.
:. Rosped6 en eI Hotel de Europa,
: do en- 81 muelle. y, con Ia natu-
raj impaciencia por acabar pronto,
no nizo mas que omar IN bano '
a~rregIarse. almorza : en- seguida pj-
die uu coche.
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f. pgso.o je Pierre-BeaIte. en- el
cual -adicaba IA grarja &c Noel. esta
separado &c Saint-Laurent nor una
distanci4 de tres leguas.
La BreSSe - parece d IA FeHdee.
Entire las se!vas sc exrienden llanu-
ras sQrcadas De caminoS en- DECEIVE Y
cada finca riene 81 seto yivo y su ia
lud. Por "a manana divisa 81 viaie-
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vENTAS-
DIVERS0S-

81 EN- SUI Pueblo no nay agenre de LA
PRENSA dCdllucSe listed n venderla Y le
y lie daremos nuesrras condolences para
los agentes.
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NOTICIAS De ESPANA

'nn que SO punde ir al hotel 4 cum-
pIimatar n Ia Inran;a
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AVISOs DE OCCASION
Tarifa.

Uss PsTshra, uli vet .............. 70
/" Teces ~ecntfrsS.. 20
" z verpS co~nsfcutiras.. 20
" 10 veres conservatives o
zts, p1r csfa insercfhR. ......... he
NOTA-I.os avtsoa de H,en0s de IS palabrll,
sertn cObrados q raz0n de las ounce.
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PRGFESIGNALES-

DR.. SALOME CARA ALnAFE de Ia Facultad
de Mexico; auiorizato FL RI Estado de Te-
Ias; especialista en- Intermediates eenito-
Warren 81. 1fS, Telfrnno Travis 1927. on.
Gina, Frost Building. Teletonos, Nuevo III;
Viejo Travis 1914.
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Al C~ONTNpO-$3J CiDA MES inclusive
InIcFc~"S. COmprin casa > piSOS, : cuart0S.
!0lr granrIr Ell Ciudai. BaiiO. -aS, luz cleo
lrira. sra. Oracle COrD"ti Ramsey, na
SWcarin:"n Bldg. Crockett i39. 80
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NECE>ITAMuS p carrrtoncS para acarrear
c~aScajo. Bucn tcrrcnO y bucn Sue!dO. In
German: i3i5 ". Houston -. san Antonio.
Texas. s-2L
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Tt01IGnNTO C1MPETENTE. cSpailnl- ingiAs,
IHapniTiraS rnf"gnnriaS. deSra rOlOcaclon. hi
riianSc a: "N,' 81 W. Commerce 81. Tel.
Crockett 1901. s-2i.
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NTENCI0N MENICtNOS-I.a nUeva Icy para
81 agr,ruliur rcnt"ru. ian cEnncial para ci
N~ENIIkNu. I:II csCriia Ell cspaiInl g in
glrS. Fnvla listed - canIlvOS. giro postal.
~. Frost National Cant iuiidinc. San An
l6nio. Texas. at.
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He came swiftly late the room from
the hall. and not from his closet. The
look of relief in Yvonne's eyes was
short-lived. She saw amazement in
the faces of the two old men-and
knew!
After we have had the feats of
magic" Brood was saying, Miss Des-
mond will read to you, ladies and gen.
tlemen, that chapter of our Journal"
my Gawd!" groaned both Of the
middle-aged gentlemen, looking at
their watches.
relating to"
You'll have to excuse me, Brood,
really, you know. Important engage
ment uptown"
"Sit down. Cruger." exclaimed Hod-
der. THE lady won't miss ycu."
relating to our first encounter
with the great and only Ranjab," Fur-
sued Brood, oracularly. I'VE founI
him in a little village far up in the
mountains. He was under sentence
of death for murder. BY the way,
Yvonne, the kris you have in your
hand is the very weapon the good fell
low used in the commission OF his
crime. He was III prison and was to
die within fortnight after our arrival
in the town. / heard of his unhappy
plight and all that had led up to It,
/ His case interested me tremendously
One night, a week before the proposed
execution, my friends and | stormec
the little prison and rescued him. We
were just getting over the cholera and
needed excitement. That was f1fteer
years ago. He has been my trusted
body servant ever since. am sure
you will be interested in what l hav'
written about that thrilling adven
ture."
Yvonne had dropped the ugly knife
upon the table as if it were thing
that scorched her fingers.
Did he--really kill mani" whis
pered Miss Janey, with horror in he
eyes.
"He killed a woman. His wife, Mis-
Janey. She had been faithless, yo'
see. He cut her heart out. And now
Ranjah, are you ready?"
The Hindu salaamed. "Ranjab il
aiwayE ready, sahib," said he.
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CHAPTER VlI-Continued.

Then, before their startled, horror
struck eyes, the Hindu coolly plunged
the glittering blade into his breast,
driving it in to the hilt!
Good Lord" shouted the two old
men.
Ranjab serenely replaced the sword
In its scabbard
1T is not always the knife that finds
the heart" said he, so slowly, so full
of meaning, that even the old men
grasped the significance OF the cryptic
remark.
"A feller can be fooled, no matter
how closely he Watches" said Mr..
Dawes, and he was not referring to
the amazing sword trick.
mo, SIR" said Mr.. Riggs, with
gloomy irrelevance, Il don't like that
woman"
The old spell of the Orient had
FALLEN upon the ancients. They were
hearing the vague whisperings Of
voices that came from nowhere, as
they had heard them years ago in the
mystic silences of the East.
Ssh! One comes" said Ranjab,
softly. 1T will be the masters son. "
An instant later his closet door
closed noiselessly behind him and the
old men were alone, blinking at each
other There was no sound from the
hall. They waited, watching the cur
tanned door At last they heard foot
steps on the stairs, quick footsteps of
the young.
Frederick strode rapidly into the
room.
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to the spot, blushing with shame and
dismay
Where are you going? To tell
him?" he gasped.
She waited an instant, and then
came toward him. He never could
have explained the unaccountable i'm
pulse that forced him to fall back a
few steps as she approached. Her eyes
were gazing steadily into his, and her
red lips we're parted.
THAT is as it should be-" she was
saying, but he was never sure that he
heard the words. His knees grew
weak. He was in the tolls! Now,
you must pull yourself together" she
went on in such a matter-of-fact tone
that he Strengthened up inVoluntarily.
Come! Wipe the tear stains from
| your cheeks"
He obeyed, but his lips still quiv,
| cred with the rage that had been
checked by the ascendency of another
and even more devastating emotion.
She was standing quite close to him
now, her slender figure swaying
slightly as if moved by some strange,
rhythmic melody to which the heart
beat time. Her eyes were soft and
velvety again; her smile tender and
appealing. The vivid white OF her
arms and shoulders seemed to shed
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PROPER CREDIT TO NOBODY
Simple Logic Easily Proves That He
Has Not Hitherto Been Treated
With Justice.

The time is now arrived when No
body should come to his own. Hitherto
Nobody has not been treated with JUS
tice. As one of the most important
persons in America, Nobody should
have statues erected in all of our
principal cities. Let us, therefore,
consider the claims of Nobody. In the
first place, Nobody knows. Take, for
example, the currency BILL the tar1h
schedules, the status of philosophy,
or the art of the futurist. Nobody
knows about all of these things, when
all the rest are in entire ignorance
Furthermore, if you want to know the
actual truth about these important
questions, and many more, Nobody is
the only one who can tell you. Every
body takes some interest in baseball,
movies, vaudeville, bridge and high
balls; but when it comes to all the
things which are known as vital, such
as government, slums, ETC., who cares?
Why Nobody cares. Nobody is, there
fore, our best citizen. Hurrah for
Nobody Life.
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to be nice and good and reasonable,
james? l mean about poor Frederick"
His face clouded again. DO you
know what you are doing to the boy?
he asked bluntly.
Quite as we'll as l know what you
are doing to him." she replied quickly.
He stiffened. Cant you see what it
is coming to-"
Yes. He was on the point of leaving
your house, never to come back to it
again. That's what it is coming to"
she said, lively.
"Why-why, he'd starve!' cried the
man, shaken in spite of himself. "He
has never done a days labor, he
doesn't know how to earn living.
He"
"And who is to blame? You, James,
you! You have tied his hands, and
have penned him up in"
1--WE will not go into that" he inter
rupted coldly.
"Very well. hav0 advised him to
bide his time"
CTO BE CONTINUED)
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with Miss Followed. He took IN the
situation at a glance. Was It relief
that sprang into his eyes as he saw
the two old men?
Frederic came down from the win
dow, somewhat too swiftly for one who
is moved by shame and contrition, and
faced the group with a well-assumed
look of modification in his pale,
twitching face. He spoke in low, re-
pressed tones, but not once did he
permit his gaze to encounter that OF
his father
I'm awfuIly sorry to have made q
nuisance of myself. 1t does go to my
head and IL dare say the heat Of
the room helped to do the work. I'm
all right now, however. The fresh air
did me lot Of good. Hope you'll
overlook my foolish attempt to be q
devil of fellow" He hesitated a mo-
ment and then went on, more clearly.
I'm all right now, father. 1t shall not
happen again, can promise you
that" A close observer might have
seen the muscles of his jaw harden
as he uttered the final sentence. He
intended that his father should take
it as threat, not as an apology.
Brood was watching him closely, a
puzzled expression in his eyes; gradu'
ally IT developed into something like
admiration. In the clamor of voices
that ensued the older man detected
the presence Of an underlying note Of
censure for his own behavior. For the
first time in many years he expert
epced feeling of shame.
Someone was speaking at his
elbow. Janey Followell, in her young
enthusiastic voice, shrilled something
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CHAPTER VIII.
"He Killed a Woman"

His face was livid with rage. For
a moment he glowered upon the two
old men, his fingers working spasmod-
ically, his chest hea1ing with the vol
canic emotions he was trying so hard
to subdue Thez he whirled about,
to glare into tho hall.
In Gods name, Freddy, boy, what's
happened?" cried old Mr.. Riggs, all
a-tremble.
Some minutes passed before he could
trust himself to speak Ugly veins
stood out on his pale temples, as he
paced the floor in front of them. Even.
tually Mr.. Dawes ventured the vital
question, in a somewhat hushed voice
Have you-quarreled with your ia
ther, Freddy?"
The young man threw up his arms
in a gesture of despair. There was
a wall of misery in his voice as he
grated out:
"In the name of God, why should he
hate me as he does? What have
done? Am I not good son to him? ?
"Hush!" implored Mr.. Dawes, nerv
,0usly. He'll hear you"
Hear mel" cried Frederic, anC
laughed aloud in his reCklessness
why shouldn't he hear me? BY
God, I'll not stand it day longer. He
wouldn't think of treating a dog as
he treats me. God IL, why, he is
actually forcing me to hate him.
do hate him! l swear to heaven, il
was in my heart to kill him dowI
there just now. /" He could mo-
go on. He choked up and the tear!
rushed to his eyes. Abruptly turning
away, he threw himself upon the
couch and buried his face on his arms
s0bbing like little child.
The old men. distressed beyond tn,
power of speech, mumbled incoheren
words of comfort as they slowly edge,
out toward the door. They tiptoe
into the hall and neither spoke unit
their bedroom door was closed benin
them. Mr.. Dawes even tried it to Sc
that it was safely latched.
The curtains parted and Yvonn
looked in upon the wretched Frederic
There. was a look of mingled pain an
commiseration in her wide open eye
For moment she stood there regart
ing him in silence. Then she swift
crossed the room to the couch in tn
corner where he sat huddled up, hi
shoulders still shaking with the mi
cry that racked him. Her hand wer
out to touch the tousled hair, bl
stopped before contact. Slowly sh
drew back. with glance of apprehel
sion toward the door of the Hindu
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closet. An odd expression of alarm
crept into her eyes.
Frederic" she said, softly. almost
timorously.
He lifted his head quickly, and then
sprang to his feet. His eyes were wet
and his lips were drawn. Shame pos
sessed him. He tried to smile. but it
was pitiful failure.
"Oh, I'm SO ashamed of-of-" he
began, in a choked voice.
Ashamed because you have cried?'
she said quickly. But no! 1t is good
to cry-it is good for women to cry.
But when a strong man breaks down
and sheds tears, am-oh, am heart.
broken. But come! You must go to
your room and bathe your face. Go at
once. Your father must not know that
you have cried. He"
"D-n him!" came from between
Frederic's clinched teeth.
"Hush!" she cried, with another
glance at Ranjab's door. She would
have given much to know whether
the Hindu was there or still below
stairs. You must not say such"
Il suppose you're trying to smooth
it over so that they won't consider
him brute. Is that it?"
Hush! Please, please! You know
that my heart aches for you, nor
ami. 1t was cruel of him, it was COW
ardly, yes, cowardly! Now l have
said it," She drew herself up anC
turned deliberately toward the little
door across the room.
His eyes frightened. The crooked
sneer turned into an imploring smile
Forgive me, Yvonne! You must
see that I'm beside myself IL"
But you must be sensible. Re
member he is your father. He is 8
strange man. There has been a great
deal of bitterness in his life, He
But can't go on the way things
are now. He's getting to be worse
than ever. ! never have had kinC
word from him, seldom word of any
description. Never a kind look. CAM
you understand how it goads me to
q am your friend" she said slowly
as this the way to reward me?"
He dropped to his knees and GOV
cred her hands with kisses, mumbling
his plea for forgiveness.
81 am so terribly unhappy" he said
over and over again. I'D leave this
house tonight if it were not EhRt
can't bear the thought Of tNaIing you
Yvonne. / adore you. You are every
thing in the world to me. /"
Get up!" she cried out sharply. He
lifted his eyes in dumb wonder anG
alteration, but not in time to catcf
the look of triumph that swept across
her face.
You will forgive me?" he cried
coming to his feet Il couldn't helE
saying it. 1t was wrong-wrong! But
you will forgive me, Yyonne?"
She turned away, walking slowly
toward the door. He remained rooted
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Sne laughed. Il snail pay nU at
tention to such nonsense. You are an
honest fool and / don't blame you.
Wiser men than you have fallen in
love with me, so why not you? | like
you, Freddy, like you very. very
much. l."
You like me because / am his
son." he cried hotly.
IF you were not his son should
despise you" she said deliberately
cruelty. He WINGED There, nowi
we've said enough You must be
sensible. You will discover that | am
very, very sensible. 1t is Lydia whom
you love, not l."
Before heaven, Yvonne, l do love
her. That's what l cannot understand
about myself" He was pacing the
floor.
But ! understand" she said. qul'
city. Now go away, please. And
don't let me hear another word about
leaving your fathers house. You are
not to take that step until | command
you to CO. Do you understand"
He stared at her n utter bewilder-
ment for a moment. and slowly nodded
his head. Then he turned toward the
| door, shamed and humiliated beyond
words
AS he went swiftly down the stairs
his father came out upon the landing
above and leaned over the railing to
watch his descent. A moment later
Brood was knocking at Yvonne's door
He did not wait for an invitation to
enter, but strobe into the room with
out ceremony.
She was standing at the window
that opened out upon the little stone
balcony, and had turned swiftly al
the sound of the rapping. Surprise
gave way to an expression Of displeas
ure.
what has Frederic been saying tc
your" demanded her husband curtly
after he had closed the door.
A faint sneer came to her lips
Nothing, my dear James, that you
would care to know" she said, smol
dering anger in her eyes.
You mean something that
shouldn't know" he grated.
Are you forgetting yourself
james," coldly.
He stared at her incredulously
Good Lord! Are you trying to tel
me what l shall do or say"
She came up to him slowly. James
we must both be careful. We mus
not quarrel" Her hands grasped thu
lapel of his long lounging robe. Ther'
was an appealing look in her eyes tha
checked the harsh words even as the!
rose to his lips. He found himsel
looking into those dark eyes with thu
same curious wonder in his own tina
had become so common of late. TIM
and again he had been puzzled b,
something he saw in their liqui'
depths, something he could not fathom
no matter how deeply he probed
What is there about you, Yvonne
that hurts me-yes, actually hurts M
when you look at me as you're look
ing now?" he cried, almost roughly
There is something in your eyes
there are times when you seem to b.
looking at me through eyes that ar
not your own. It's-it's quite un
canny. If you"
81 assure you my eyes are all m
own" she cried, fippantly, and ye
there was slight trace of nervous
ness in her manner. do you inten