Tensas gazette., 1915-05-14

any Soh' Shc Sdiu SIdNeiy. May !
speak plainly. Mr.. Brood?"
Certainly. ! intend to speak plain
ly to YOU"
Frederic loves me. He does not
love Yvonne. He is fascinated. as /
also am fascinated by her, and you
too. Mr.. Brood. The spell has fallen
over all of us. Let me go on. please.
You say that Frederic loves like his
father before him. That is true. He
loves but one woman. You love but
one woman. and she is dead. You will
always love her. Frederic is like you.
He loves Yvonne as you do-oh.
know it hurts! She cast her spell over
you, why not over him? Is he stronger
than you? Is it strange that she
should attract him as she attracted
you? You glory in her beauty, her
charm. her perfect loveliness. and yet
you love-yes love, Mr.. Brood-the
woman who was Fredeic's mother. Do
! make my meaning plain? Well. so 1t
Is that Frederic loves me. am con-
tent to wait. know he loves me-"
Through all this, Brood stared at
her in sheer establishment. He had no
feeling of anger. no resentment. no
thought Of protest.
"You-you astound me. Lydia. Is
this your own impression or has 1t
been suggested to you by-by an
other?"
Il am only agreeing with you when
you say that he loves as his father
loved before him-but not lightly. All.
not lightly, Mr.. Brood"
you don't know what you are say
ing" he muttered.
"Oh, yes, do" she cried earnestly.
you invite my opinion; l trust you
will accept it for what it is worth. Be-
fore you utter another word against
Frederic, let me remind you that
have known both Of you for a long.
long time. In all the years l have
bees ~ this house, have never known
you to grant him a tender, loving
word. My heart has ached for him.
There have been times when / almost
hated you. He feels your neglect,
your harshness. your-your cruelty.
He"
"Cruelty!"
1T is nothing less. You do not like
him. / cannot understand why you
should treat him as you do. He shrinks
from you. Is 1t right, Mr.. Brood, that
a son should shrink from his father as
a dog cringes at the voice of an un-
kind master? l might be ;.ble to un-
derstand your attitude toward him II
your unkindness was of recent origin.
but"
Recent origin?" he demanded
quickly.
III 1t had begun with the advent of
Mrs. Brood" she explained frankly.
undismayed by his scowl. II do not
understand all that has gone before. Is
it surprising. Mr.. Brood. that your
son finds it difficult to love you? Do
you deserve"
Brood stopped her with q gesture of
his hand.
THE time has come for frankness
on my part. You set me an example,
Lydia You have the courage Of your
father. For months I have had 1t in
my mind to tell you the truth about |
Frederic. but my courage has always
failed me. Perhaps I use the wrong
word. 1t may be something very un.
like cowardice that has held me back. |
I am going to put direct question to |
you first of all, and l ask you to an
swer truthfully. Would you say that |
Frederic Is like-that is, resembles his |
father?" He was leaning forward, his |
manner intense.
Lydia was surprised. What an odd |
thing to say! OF course he resembles
his father. l have never seen q Dor.
trait of his mother, but"
You mean that he looks like met"
demanded Brood.
when he is angry he Is very much
like you. Mr.. Brood. have often won
dered why he is unlike you at other
times. Now know. He is like his
mother. She must have been lovely,
gentle, patient"
wait! Suppose I were to tell you
that Frederic is not my son."
Il should not believe you, Mr.
Brood" she replied fatty. what il It
that you are trying to say to met"
"Will you understand II say to you
that-Frederic is not my SOM"
Her eyes filled with horror. How
can you say such thing. Mr.. Brood?
He is your son. How can you say"
His father was the man who wrote
the accursed waltz he has just been
playing! Could there be anything
more devilish than the conviction It
After all these years, he"
Stop. Mr. Brood"
Il am sorry il hurt you, Lydia. You
have asked me why hate him. Need
say anything more"
Il do not believe all that you have
told me. He is your son. He is. Mr..
Brood"
Il would to God I could believe
that" he cried, in a voice OF agony. II
would to God 1t were true"
you could believe 1t II you chose to
believe your own eyes, your own
heart" She lowered her voice to q
"Does-does Frederic
know? Does he know that his mother
oh. can't believe it,"
HE does not know"
And you did drive her out Of this
house?" Brood did not answer. you
sent her away and-and kept her boy,