The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-08-30
CHAPTER xv-cOntinued.

been asked to focus your attention
upon the increasing brutality OF the
marquis. Remember that, won't your
mot likely to forget it," John re-
piled. "HOw well they all act!"
There was quarter Of an hours
interval before the curtain rose again.
RumOrs concerning the last act had
been floating about for weeks, and the
house was almost tense with excite
ment as the curtain went up. The
scene was the country chateau of the
Marquis de Guy" who brought
noisy crowd of companions from Paris
without any warning. His wife showed
signs of dismay at his coming. lie
had brought with him women whom
she declined to receive.
The great scene between her hus-
band and herself took place In the
square hall of the chateau, on the first
floor. Louise reafiirms her intention
of leaving the house. Her husband
laughs ut her. Her position Is hope
less.
"What can you do2" he mocks.
She shrugs her shoulders and passes
into her room. The marquis sinks upon
Settee, and presently Is joined by
one of the ladies' who have Travelled
with him from Paris. He talks to her
Of the pictures upon the wall. She Is
impatient to meet the MarQuise de
Guy.
The marquis knocks at his wires
door. Her voice is heard clearly, after
Il moments pause.
"In a few minutes !" she replies.
The marquis resumes his Irritation.
His companion becomes inpatient
the marquis has pledged his word that
she should be received by his wife. An
ancient enmity against the Marqulse
de Guy prompts her to Insist.
The marquis shrugs his shoulders
and knocks more loudly than ever at
his wife's door. She comes out dressed
for travel and is met by Faraday, who
suddenly appears.
"YOu asked me what l could do
she says pointing to her lover. You
see nOw!"
There was a moments breHthless ST.
lence through the house The scene in
itself was little beyond anything that
the audience had expected. SOphy,
who had been leaning over the edge of
the box. turned around in no little
anxiety. She heard the door slam.
John had disappeared!
InHk .,Yrfth hi hn
in his hand, turning up his coat by in
stinct as he passed through the driving
rain. All his senses seemed tlngling
with some nameless horror. The bril-
lIance of the language, the subtlety of
the situation, seemed like some evil
trail drawn across that one horrible
climax. 1t was Louise who had come
from that room and pointed to Fara-
day!
He reached his rOoms-he scarcely
knew hOw-and walked upstairs. There
he threw Off some of his dripping gar
ments, opened the window wide, and
stood there.
He looked out over the Thames, and
there was red flare before his eyes.
Stephen was right, he told himself.
There was nothing but evil to be found
here, nothing but bitter disaDpoint-
ment, nothing but the pain which deep
ems into anguish. Better to remain
like Stephen, unlOving and unlOved. to
draw nearer to the mountains, TO find
Joy In the crops and the rain and the
Nn ICtn or Al
Of human beings as if to some voice
from an unknown world
He leaned little further from the
window, and gazed into the court at a
dizzy depth below. He had cut himself
adrift from the peace which might have
been his. He would never know again
the joys of his earlier life. 1t was for
this that he had fought so many bat.
ties, Clung so tightly to one ideal-for
Louise, who could show herself to any,
one who cared to pay his shilling or
his halfgunea, glOrying in her dis.
honor; worse than glOrying in it-find.
ing some subtle humOr in the little ges.
ture with which she had pointed, un.
ashamed, to her lover.
John bent little lower from the
window. A sudden dizziness seemed
to have come over him Then he was
forced to turn around. His door had
been quickly opened and shut 1t was
SOphy who was crossing toward him,
the rain streaming from her ruined
opera cloak.
John" she cried. "Oh, JOhn!"
She led him back to his chair and
knelt by his side. She held his hands
tightly.
"YOu mustn't feel like this" she
sobbed; "yOu mustn't, John, really
You don't understand. It's all a play
Louise wouldn't really do anything like
that"
He shivered. Nevertheless. he
ciutched her hands and drew her closer
TO him.
'Do, please, listen to me-" she
begged. "It's all over. Louise is her
self again-LOuise Maurel. The Mar
Quise de Guy never lived except upor
those boards. 1t is simply wonderful
creation. Any one of the great ac
tresses would play that part and glory
In 1.-THE very greatest, John. Oh, it.,
80 hard to make you understand! Lou
ise Is waiting for you. They are al
waiting at the supper party. You are
expected. You must go and tell heI
that you think it was wOnderfull"
He rose slowly to his feet and caught
at her hands roughly.
"SuppoSing / won't go?" he whis
pered hOarsely. Surprising keeI
YOu here instead, Sophy"
She swNyed for moment Some
thing flashed into her face and passed