The Lemmon herald. (Lemmon, Perkins County, S.D.) 1912-1917, 1915-08-18

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see you again. IL ever have a son
Ill not treat him as you've treated
your son. By God, you don't deserve
the honor OF being called father. You
don't deserve TO have son. wish
to God had never been obliged TO call
you father. don't know what YOU
did To my mother. but II you treated
her as Just then my husband found
his voice. He spraug to his feet, and
I've never seen such look OF rage
! thought he was going to strike Fred
eric and | think | screamed-iust a
little scream, OF course | was SO ter
rifed. hut he only said-and il was
horrible the way he said it--'You fool
you bastardn And Frederic laughed
IN his face and cried out. unafraid I'm
glad YOU call me a bastard, BY God,
Id rather be one than to be your son.
1t would at least give me something
to be proud of--a real father
GOOD heaven," fell from Mrs Des-
mond white lips.
lyonne seemed to have paused to
catch her breath. Her breast heaved
conVulsIyely, the grip of her hands
tghtcrod on the arms of the chair.
Suddenly she resumed her recital, but
her voice was hoarse and tremulous.
Il was terribly frightened | thought
OF calling out to Jones. but IL had
no voice, All, you have never seen two
angry men waiting to spring at each
Others throats, Mrs. Desmond. NV
husband suddenly regained control OF
himself lie was very calm. Come
with me- he said to Frederic. This
is not the place to wash our filthy
family linen You say you want some
thing to be proud Of Well. you shall
have YOUR wish. Come to my study
And they went away together, neither
speaking a word to me--they did not
even glance in my direction. They
went up the stairs. heard the door
close behind them-away up there.
That VAS half an hour ago. have
been waiting, too-waiting as you are
waiting nOw-to comfort Frederic
whcu he comes out of that room a
wreck"
Mrs. Desmond started up, an incred.
ulous look in her eyes.
"Ncu are taking his sde7 You are
against your husband? Oh. now
know the kind of woman you are.
know"
Peace! You do not know the kind
OF woman | am. You never will know
Yes, | shall take sides with Frederic -
"Iou do not love your hushanC.''
A strange, unfathomable smile came
| into Tvonne's face and stayed there
Mrs. Desmond experienced the Same
odd feeling she had had years a.;o on
first seeing the Sphinx. She was sud
denly confronted by an unsrlyable
mystery.
He shall not drive me out OF his
house, Mrs. Desmond" was her an
swer to the challenge
A door slammed In the upper re-
gIons OF the house. Both women start
| ed to their feet.
1T is over" breathed Yvoune, with
tremulous sigh.
We shall see how well they were
able to taxi care of themselves Mrs
Brood" said Mrs. Desmond IN a low
voice.
We shall see-yes," said the other
mechanically. Suddenly she turned
On the tall. accusing figure beside her
Go away! Go now. I command
you to go. This is our affair, Mrs
desmond, You are not needed here.
You were too late. as you say. | beg
Of you. go!" She strode swiftly
toward the door, AS she was about
to place her hand on the knob II was
opened from the other side, and Ran
jab stood before them.
"Sahib begs to be excused. Mrs. Des.
mond He is just going out
Going out?" cried Yvonne, who had
shrunk back into the room.
Yes, sahibah. You will please ex-
cuse. Mrs. Desmond. He regret very
much"
Mrs. Desmond passed slowly through
the door, which he held open for her
AS she passed by the Hindu she looked
fun into his dark, expressive eyes,
and there was question in hers. He
did not speak, but she read the answer
as If it were on a printed page. Her
shoulders dropped.
She went back to Lydia.