Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-04-17

Angel
By Louis Joseph Vance
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"a. At length moan-rathef, wall
came from the stricken figure beside
z him:
"Ah, the pity Of III the pity Of
II! N. What have done that this
should como 70 mel"
He ventured to touch her hand In
gentle sympathy.
Mary" he said, and hesitated with
little wonder, remembering that this
! was the flrst time he had ever called
her By that name-"Mary, did you
care for him 30 muchr'
She sat, trembling, her face averted
and hidden.
"Dont blame him." she said softly.
-He wasn't responsible"
II know"
How long have you knowl" She
swung suddenly to face him.
"For some hme-dednitely for two
or three days. sEmber took him away.
meaning to put him In a sanitarium
/ don't understand how he got away
from Ember. It worries neon
Ember's account. I hope nothing has
happened to him."
I, "Oh, hope. notl''
"You know mean about tho Gauss
the morphine1"
II never guessed until that night
after he had come down into the
cabin toto drug himself. Il
was very terrible-that tiny, pitching
cabin, with the swinging, smoking
lamp, and the mailman sitting there
muttsring to himself over the glass In
which the morphine was dissolvinG
". It happened three times before
the wreck; thought I should 50 out
Of my own mind"
She shuddered, her face tragic s2@
pltiful. For q little she sat, head
bowed, brooding.
'.Hughi' she cried, looking up 70
search his face narrowly-"Hugh.
you've not been pretending-7"
"PretendingT' he repeated, thick
witted.
Hugh, could never forgive you
If you'd been pretending. 1t would
be too cruel All, but you haven't
been! Tell me You haven't"
II don't understand Pretend
ing what7"
pretending you didn't know who I
was-pretsnding to fall In love with
me Just beeeuso you were sorry for
me, to make>m think It was mo you
loved and not the woman ysu felt
bound to take care Of, because you'd
you had"
"Mary, listen to me-" he interrupted
Il swear didn't know you. Only.
that night on the stage. % Joan
4 Thursday, you were that girl again.
u never dreamed Of associating you
with my wife. Dear, didn't know.
believe me. It was You who bewitched
me-not the wife for whose sake
fought against what thought infatua-
! ton for you. I loved-I love you only.
you as you are-not the poor little
girl OF the Commercial House."
II have loved you always" she said
softly between barely parted lips
always, Hugh. Even When ! thought
YOU dead did believe that
you were drowned out there. Hugh !
You know that, don't you"
II have never for an instant CUES
toned it."
ut wouldn't BE- like you to. my
dear; it wouldn't be You, my Hugh.
No other man ever, knew-no,- let me
say it!-ever measured up to the
standard you had set for mo to wor-
ship. But Hugh-youll understand
won't youi-about the others-T
"Please," he begged-'please don't
harrow yourself %, Mary!"
mo; must tell you. The
world seemed 80 empty and so lonely.
Hugh: tried to lose myself In my
work, but It wasn't enough. And those
others came. beseeching me, and-and
/ liked them. I was starving for af-
lection. Each time. Hugh. it was
the same. One by one they were
taken from me, strangely, terribly.
Poor Tom Custer, hrst; he was dear
boy, hut I didn't love him and couldn't
marry him. had to tell him 80. He
killed himself. Then Billy Ham