Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1917-09-14

"Eugene,". She ExpostuIated, 1--WE Are
Too Old Friends to Talk Always In
Yelled Phrases"
I also believe that I am necessary to
you. ! can prevent your making mis-
takes"
"Then prevent me-" she begged.
Something has happened, and the
chart Is in the fire today"
"You have only" he said, ito give
me this little hand, and / will draw
out fresh one which shall direct to
the place in life which is best for you.
1t Is not too late"
She rose from beside him and walked
toward the fireplace, as II to touch the
bell. He watched her with steady eyes
but expressonless face. There was
something curious about her walk. The
spring had gone from her feet, her
shoulders were little hunched. II was
the walk of woman who goes toward
the things she fears.
"Stop" he babe her.
She turned and faced him, quickly,
almost eagerly. There was look In
her face of the prisoner who finds re-
spite.
leave the bell alone" he directed.
"My own plans are changed. I do not
wish to leave London this week."
Her face was suddenly brilliant. her
eyes shone. Something electric seemed
to culver through her frame. She al
most danced back to her place by his
side.
"How foollsh!" she murmured. "Why
didn't you say so at Once?"
Because he replied, "they have
only been changed during the last few
seconds. wanted to discover some
thing which have discovered"
"To discover somethingi"
"That my time has not yet come"
She turned away from him. She was
oppressed with sense almost Of fear.
a feeling that he was able to read the
very thoughts forming in her brain;
to understand, as no one else In the
world could understand, the things
that lived In her heart.
IT must not keep you" he remarked,
glancing at the clock. at was very
late for me to call, and you will be
wanting to Join your friends"
"They are coming here for me-" she
explained. "There is really no hurry
at all. We are not changing anything.
1t is to be quite simple evening.
Sometimes wish that you cared about
things Of that sort, Eugene"
He blew through his lips little
cloud of smoke from the cigarette
which he had just lit.
IT am not of the people," he said.
"and have no sympathy with them.
detest the bourgeoisie Of every country
In the world-my own more particu-
larly."
'If you only knew how strangely
that sounds I" she murmured.
"Does it2" he answered. "You should
read my family history, read Of the
men and women Of my race who were
butchered at the hands Of that drunk
en-, lustful mob whom lying historians
have glorified. I am one Of those who
do not forget injuries. My estates are
administered more. severely than any
others in France. No penny Of my
money has ever been spent In charity. l
neither forget nor forgive"
She laughed a little nervously.
"What an unsympathetic person you
can be, Eugene!"
sand for that very reason" he re-
piled, 81 can be sympathetic. Because
l hate some people. have the power
of loving others. Because 1t pleases
me to deal severely with my enemies,
1t gives me JOY to deal generously with
my friends. That is my conception OF
life. May l wish you pleasant eve
ming"
"Y0u are going nowT' she asked, a
little surprised. "When shall see you
again?"
"A telephone message from your
maid, line written with your own fin
gers" he said, will bring me to you
within few minutes. If | hear moth
ing, may come unlimited, but 1t will
be when the fancy takes me. Once
more, Louise, a pleasant evening"
He passed out Of the door, which the
parlor maid was holding open for him.
Crossing to the window, Louise
watched him leave the house and enter
his waiting automobile. He gave no
sign of haste or disappointment. He
lit another cigarette deliberately upon
the pavement and gave his orders to
the chauffeur with some care.
As the car drove off without his hav-
ing once glanced up Mt the window. she
shivered a little There was a silence
which, II seemed to her, could be more
minatory even than accusation.
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