The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-04-30
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eordg" lie turned TO Tweedledum
with fists clenched.
Not at your bidding, old fellow.
was the stolid answer. You're no
one. don't you know The mOcking
Imitation OF his own mannerism
rallied and Sung the unhappy
Pangbourne, who reached out an
arm as II with the intention OF
Selling his tormentor. Again VIC
let interviewed.
1T is ! who tell you that you
are nothing in this house" she said.
Your quarrel is with me. Vow
as the door opened and the tall.
emotionless foOtman entered-"now
what are you going to dor
Benson" Easped Pangbourne. Il
want this man-AIr. Tweedledum-
shown to the door. II he won't 20
OF his own accord. / want him
thrown out"
The servant made no move be-
yond turning his head to Mrs.
Pangbourne, as II questioning her
will
DO you understand me-
You will do nothing OF the sort,
Benson" said Violet shortly.
NO. my lady"
Turn him out-turn him OUT
Shrieked the frenzied master OF the
house. Have I no control: VIII
no one obey me?"
@IH Go to
You see that you have no con-
troll. And now what do you say"
Violet stood before him sEgressiTe-
ly as IL inviting a blow. PsnE-
bourue's fists were clenched aud his
arms pressed against his chest. IiiS
breath came in great gasps. His
long hair hung over his brow, and
and Il was wet with perspirat 90.
Shall I 20. Madam asked Pen
son, wit unchanged expression.
mo, walt" She turned once more
TO her husband. "WhHc do you say"
she repested.
Il say" he painted. "thst you are
a bad, wicked woman. You have
made my life a hell. no VIVA. gu
like. You have never giVen me l1N3
not even esteem. I'll have no
more OF you. I'll 20 to some one who
cares for me-yes. who will give
me the love you have denied me. I
know it"-he burst into q hysteri-
cal lGugh-"you say that you have
no one-thst I am unloved-uncarsd
for I'm not-Tm mott is a lie.
See for yourself" With trembling
fingers he tore Lillian's letter from
his pocket and threw II at his Wife's
feet 'See-readr he screamed,
you who say I am Unioved. What
do care? I'll go TO her who wrote
me that letter She says: If you
are in trouble, come And what
she says she means-oh. know her.
She r. an angel. and yOu-yOu are a
hend from he'll"
you hear all this. Benson" Vio-
let stopped and picked Up the letter.
which she carefully thrust into the
bosom OF her dress.
Yes. madam"
What do I care II he hears: What
DO I care for anything? I tell you
what l am going TO do. I will not
stay another minute with you. I'll
90 to her. YOU-yOu viper"
sIaps HIE Wife.
Words failed him and he gasped.
brokenly.
"Go-and find comfort with your"
Violet did not finish the sentence,
for her husband raised his hand
threateningIy.
BE silent. woman"
II won't. shall say Il ~ II Is the
truth" she cried. She was acting
a part, doing her. utmost to force
her husband to a blow. Strike me
II you like; you are brute enough.
You have always been a brute 10
me" This was for the edihcation
OF the footmsn. GO to your"
The desired blow fell. PanE-
bourne struck out awkwardly with
his open hand He had never aimed
a blow in anger in his life, and no
sooner had he done so than remorse
overcame him. Mrs. PanEbourne's
cheek was red. and she began to
cry: forced though they were, the
tears came readily.
You brute-yOU brute" she sob
bed. as she sank down on the sofa
He had struck a woman, ard that
woman was his wife PanEbourne
shufhed his foot and began to NUT
ter excuses. He looked from one
20 another OF the witnesses Of his
act
Il didn't mean" he began.
"Go--your presence is hateful
II makes me H."
Violet. =
"Go-EO.' Violet felt that these
indications OF remorse must not be
encouraged. They were natural 10
her husbands weak nature She
would have preferred him to have
repeated the blow.
Turned Out OF His Home.
He stole from the room like a
beaten cur. On the stairs he Slip
ped and nearly fell. He was al a
loss what he should really do. Go
20 Lillian as he had threatened?
OF course. that was IN his mind.
But his weak brain refused to
grasp the carrying out OF so dras-
tic a happening. Was he leaving
this house-Khich had been his faith
er's never to return TO Il? II was
a departure from his groove which
he was unable to realize. He must
go out-but later he must return
home. and all would be as he was
accustomed 10 know IL. He was
absolutely incapable Of heroic meas
ureE.
''Of course. ] must come back" he
muttered to himself 1T is my own
home-my own money" He could
not fully understand the POSSIBLE
ity OF a refusal by his wife to con-
tinue the supplies which she had
dOied out to him. II gave It TO her
first" was with him an indiEput-
able argument.
Tor a moment he was inclined TO
return 70 the drawing room, but his
natural tiuuidltE prevenfad Mr., f-nr,