The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1918-05-03

cursed silence and loneliness. You
made this trouble here, not L. I won't
90 back to Pine river, or the Klappan.
l won't, l tell youl"
Bill stared at her modify for a sec
ond.
"Just as you please" he said quietly.
He walked into the spare bedroom.
Hazel heard the door close gently be-
hind him, heard the soft click Of a
well-oiled lock. Then she slumped,
gasplng, in the wide-armed chair by
the window, and the hot tears came In
a binding food.
They exchanged only bare civilitles
at the breakfast table, and Bill at once
went downtown. When he was gone,
Hazel fidgeted uneaslly about the
rooms.
When six o'clock brought Bill home,
she vas cOldly disappearing Of him
and his affairs in their entirety, and at
no pains to hide her feelings. He fol-
lowed her into the living room when
the uncomfortable meal-uncomfort-
able by reason of the surcharged at
mosphere-was at an end.
Lets get down to bed rock, Hazel"
he said gently. Doesn't 1t seem rather
foolish to let a bundle Of outside
troubles set up so much friction be-
tween us two? l don't want to stir
anything up; l don't want to quarrel
But / can't stand this coldness and re-
proach from you"
II don't care to discuss II at ALL"
she fiared up. ave heard nothing
else all day but this miserable mining
business and your rufianly method Of
settling a dispute. I'd rather not talk
about It,"
"But we must talk about It." he per-
sisted patiently. "You can't get to the
bottom of anything without more or
less talk"
"Talk to yourself, then," she retort-
ed ungraciously. And with that she
ran out Of the room.
But she had forgotten or underesti.
mated the catlike Quickness Of her
man. He caught her In the doorway,
and the grip Of his fingers on her arm
brought a cry Of pain.
"Forgive me. / didn't mean to
hurt" he said contritely. "Be a good
girl, Hazel, and let's get Dur feet OF
earth again. Sit down and put your
arm around my neck and be my pal.
like you used to be. We've got nc
business nursing any crime. I've only
stood for q square deal. Come on;
bury the Ratchet, little person"
"Let me 60" she sobbed, struggling
to be free. II h-hate you'll"
"Please, little person. / can't eat
humble pie more than once or twice.
"Let me CO." she painted. II don't
want you to touch me-"
"Listen to me-" he said sternly.
1--WE stood about all Of your nonsense
I'm able to stand. I've had to fight a
pack Of business wolves to keep them
from picking my carcass, and, what's
more important to me, to keep them
from handing a raw deal to five men
who wallowed through snow and frost
and all kinds of hardship to make
these sharks q fortune. I've got down
to their level and fought them with
their W weapons-and the thing is
settled. l said last night I'd be
through here inside a week. Tn
through now-through here. l have
business In the Klappan; to complete
this thing I've set my hand to. Then
Tn going to the ranch and try to get
the bad taste out Of my mouth. I'm
going tomorrow. I've no desire or In
tention to c0erce you. You're my wife,
and your place Is with me, II you care
anything about me. And I want you.
You know that. don't your I wouldn't
be begging you like this IL I didn't.
/ haven't changed. nor had my eyes
dazzled BY any false gods. But It's
up to you. ! don't blum. I'm going.
and IL i have TO 60 without you l
won't come back. Think Il over, and
just ask yourself honestly If It's worth
while"
He drew her up close to him and
kissed her on q anger-fiushed cheek,
and then. as he had done the night be-
fore. walked straight away to the bed
room and closed the door behind him.
Hazel slept little that night. A hor.
rid weight seemed to rest suffocating.
ly upon her. More than once she had
an impulse to creep In there where
Bill lay and forget 1t all in the sweep
Of that strong arm. But she choked
back the impulse angrily. She would
not forgive him. He had made her
suffer. For his high-handedness she
would make him suffer In kind. At
least. she would not crawl to him beg
ging forgiveness.
When sunrise laid a yellow beam,
all full of dancing notes, across her
bed, she heard Bill stir, heard him
moving about the apartment with rest
less steps. After a time she also
heard the unmlstakable sound Of a
trunk lid thrown back, and the move
ments Of him as he gathered his
clothes-so she surmised. But she did
not rise till the maid raped on her
door with the eight o'clock salutaton:
Breakfast. ma'am."
They made a pretense OF eating.
Hazel sought A chair In the living