The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-06-01

her dark, piquant face seemed to re-
| feet the tender glow.
! She looked up as be entered. and a
cold little smile curved her lips and
drifted away.
"Ah. you are home. she said. did
you enjoy the play?
II went TO the Venus" he said frig-
idly.
Now Mrs. Dacre laughed softly.
'The Venus. Of course. t. too. was
there"
'YOu;" be stammered
Yes. II was an rather stupid. was
# not? Always excepting Ecarlate?
He was silent His mouth was
white. and his gray eyes looked cold
and impeueuable
Eve arose ard crossed to the phono-
graph. She slipped in a record, set 1t
in motion and returned to lean over
the back Of her chair. looking at her
husband with grave. dark eyes. while
the tender strains Of Ecariate's dance
rose and fell
What are you doing that forE" he
demanded ierceIy
Jack. she said in a voice suddenly
weary: let rs be frank with each 9th
er. You want your freedom Am
right:'
you are dead wrong" he retorted
doggedly
But EcarlateY' Her voice dropped
to a whisper.
We will not talk Of her"
And those that came before Fear
late. she went on. while the haunting
music made a background for her pas
sionate words 4 have overlooked |
have forgiven. and now it is Ecarlate.
You love her. You dare not deny it!
Again he was silent He looked at
her. noting. with shock Of surprise.
that there were silver threads in Ewes
dark hair and lines about her mouth
and eyes-lines that he had craven
there. Eve was only twenty-five. and
he was killing her youth
Suddenly she drew a long breath.
What is it about these women that
attracts you? What charm do they
possess LLdL - nbL LL4AAE+
Still he did not answer.
She swayed little and turned away.
-Ecarlate is mere! am sending her
to you
~Ecarlate here? You are madr' he
exclaimed But the gentle closing Of
the door sent him quivering to a chair.
The music played steadily on-that
eternal butterfly dance. lie began TO
hate il. What was Ecarlate doing
herein his house: 1t was ike a
Jealous woman to take revenge. but he
had believed Eve above such trickery.
Ecarlate.
The repetition Of her name, the IA
miliar music. and again the old en-
fell upon him He watched
the door for her appearance. What
would she look like: Beautiful. OF
course. He forgot that Eve would ac-
company the dancer.
He jumped up when the door slowly
opened TO admit Ecarlate's scarlet clad
form. She was alone.
The door closed and left her leaning
against the white paneled surface, I
painting a little. as if afraid.
Dacre laughed triumphantly. Ecar- I
late afraid OF him. her adOrer.
He made one step toward her. but .
in that instant she left the door and .
swayed like a butterfly in the maZeS [
of her dance. Delicately she poised .
before him. and then. before his out I
stretched hand could touch her. she .
had melted away beyond his reach
Her tiny scarlet shoes seemed TO
barely touch the floor: she fUatel; her
chiffon wings beat the air; the jeweled
band above her forehead biazesl with
myriad lights; the cactus flower tamed
like Il burning heart
suddenly the music ceased. and the
lancer was once more leaning against
the white door OF Ewes dressing room.
Through her black mask her eyes
cleaned strangely.
Dacre cIinched his hands. ECarlate,
standing there with outStretched scar
ct winged arms, appeared ike scar
ct angel barring him from his wife's
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.Iluring sparkle Of her eyes peering
,ddIy at him through the mask. at her
lack hair with its dazzling band OF
,riIliantS.
Suddenly he remembered that his
yife's hair was black. but it was
dreaded with silver He had placed
he silver threads there.
He laid his hand on Ecarlate's arm.
lis voice was hOarSe with resolve.
Allow me 10 pass" he said.
She laughed. a merry. trickling.
hooking laugh that ended suddenly in
sob of pain
His hand had closed on her tender I
eSh
"Win you let me pass?" he asked
trough cIinched teeth
You love me- she whispered tenSely.
de was silent.
SAY You love me-" she repeated
He lifted his hand and deliberately
pre- aside the mask.
For several minutes he stared at
carlate'S face. How many times had
e yearned To tear away the mask and
EAST his eyes on her unknown lowell
eSS.
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