The Monte Vista journal. (Monte Vista, Rio Grande County, Colo.) 1888-1921, 1915-05-22
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remainder Of her sentence.
III.
There Is no poison more subtle nor
effective than selfindulgence. Like
a narcotic 1t grips the moral sense
and submerges completely every feel
Ing OF obligation But, as with all
drugs, there are moments when the
eject Is bound to wear off and then
all the spectral horrors that cape and
grin at the addict have their hour.
Times there were when this hour
visited Selma, driving her into de-
ceptlons for which she hated herself
out which caused an intense. unrea-
soning loathing to rise within her
against the price she had paid where
by to drug herself
There was that terrible time when
David Dwight asked her to drink to
their future happiness. Clear as a
deep-toned bell. two words only of the
marriage ritual dlnned at her ears,
throbbed at her stupefied brain. Until
death-Until death-Until death
At her new home she bore herself
regally as she met the servants, and
was introduced to Doctor Holland, the
young man who was in constant at.
tendance on her husband. AS his
hand touched hers she felt an instant,
unexplained sympathy for him.
Week trod upon the heels Of week
until Selma became conscious that
she was keeping track of time, was
counting days. She knew in her heart,
yet would not admit to herself that
time could never begin for her until
she was freed from David Dwight.
Came the fear that something of
this thought might be apparent to the
man. And so by look, word and act
she stroye the more zealously to de.
ceive him.
1t was the third month that she
came upon him In the library, came
upon him and paused swiftly to re.
treat II her entrance had not been
observed. She caught the rustic of
skirts and. looking up. saw Mrs.
PRESLEY and Doctor Holland in a cor.
ner Of the room. The expression upon
the companions face was peculiarly
accusing and yet triumphant, while
that upon the countenance of Doctor
Holland. as their eyes met, was half
pity, half-she trembled violently as
she tried to analyze exactly what the
remainder Of that expression told.
Though she had fought bitterly
against it.. there was something so
virile, so young, 30 intrepid about the
mans fight that she had admired
him, even though she knew the thing
he fought for made him the btterest
enemy she could have owned. This
admiration she knew was more than
reciprocated
Dwight turned in his chair and she
moved toward him. There was the
light of a great happiness In his eyes,
an expression which seemed to glorify
the man. There was something so
tremendously splendid about her hus-
band and something so delicately fine
and sensitive that seemed continu-
ally asserting itself in his face, caus-
ing such hot differentiation to
arise within herself that she hated
him for the torture he innocently
caused.
There was something electrical in
the very air Of the room, something
that caused her to be afraid. Dwight
took her hand, resting it upon his
chest, fondling 1t tenderly. The ply
stefan and Mrs. PRESLEY moved soft
Nv from the room. She looked at the
millionaire's face more intently, her
heart iuttering as she saw some great
change there And now, with great
wave of self-hatred at the criminality
of the thought, she read it for what 1t
was.
David Dwight, her husband, this
man to whom she was bound for life,
was well man. David Dwight had
regained his health That life which
for 80 long a time had been afiutter
was now fixed and rigidly in place.
Even as he drew her soft cheek to
his own. kissing her softly. tenderly.
she felt herself 60 cold She knew
he was about to speak. about to tell
ner OF the miracle and felt that she
could stand no more now. She was
sitting She must get away before
she betrayed herself
Muttering an excuse she lunged
blindly up the stairs to her own room.
Snatching a scarf she CROPPED her
way to the garden. fighting down the
bitterness within her heart. She seat
ed herself on a bench In the little
summer house, staring sightlessly be-