Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-07-11

! everywhere inside his tent Because
/ his country is everywhere and nowhere.
his home is more to him than it is TO
any other. He is alone with his wife
and with hissown people. Yes. and by
long and by last he will make the man
pay who Spois his home. 1t is all he
has. Good or bad, il is all he has. II
is his own.
1ngoby had strange. disturbing
pr"mOnitiOn that ho was about to hear
what would startlc him. but he per
sisted. "Nou said YOU had come here
to get your own. Is Eour home here
For n moment the Romany did not
answer He had worked himself into n
great passion lie had hypnotizcd him
/ self he had acted for n while as though
! he was one of lifes realities, but sud
denly there passed through his veins
the chilling sense of the unreal. that he
/ was only acting a part. as he had ever
done in his life, and that the man be-
fore him could. with a wave of the
hand. raise the curtain on all his dis
guises and pretenses. 1t was only for
an instant, however. for there swept
through him the feeling that Flcda had
reused in him-the first real passion.
the first true love-if what such as he
I felt can be love-that he had ever
known and he saw her again as she
was in the hut in the wood defying
him, ready to defend herself against
him. All his erotic anger and meo-
dramatic fervor were alive in him once
more.
He was again a man with wrong,
lover dispossessed. On the instant
his veins filled with passionate blood.
The Roscian strain in him had its own
tragic force and reality.
My home is where my own is. and
you have taken my own from me, as
| said. he burst out There was all
the world for you, but I had only my
music and my WIFE and you have taken
my wife from me. Mi Duvel you have
taken, but you shall give back again,
or there will be only one of us in the
world. The music | have played for
you-that has told you all: the thing
that was music from the beginning of
time, the will of the First of All. Fleda
Druse, she was mine. she is my wife,
anu Hou' tHe NoTSlO, come between, ana
she will not return to me-
A sudden savage desire came to In
COLBY to strike the man in the face
this gyspy vagabond the husband of
Fleda Druse, 1t was too monstrous. 1t
was an evil lie, and yet she had said
she was ROmany and had said it with
apparent shame or anxiety. She had
given him no promise, had pledged no
faith had admitted no love. and vet
already in his heart of hearts he thought
upon her as his own. Ever since the
day he had held her in his arms at
the Carlton Rapids her voice had
sounded in his ears, and a warmth was
in his heart which had never been
there in all his days. This waif of
barbarism even to talk to Fleda Druse
a. though he was of the same sphere
az herself invited punishment; but to
claim her as his wife, 1t was shame
less. An ugly mood came on him the
force that had made him what he was
! filled all his senses. He Strengthened
himself; contempt of the Ishmael
showed at bis lips.
II think you lie. Jethro Fave" he
said quietly, and his eyes were hard
and piercing. Gabriel Druse's daugh-
| ter is not-never was-any wife of
yours. She never called you husband.
She does not belong to the refuse of the
world"
The ROmany made sudden rush
toward the wall where the weapons
hung. but two arms of iron were flung
out and caught him, and he was hurled
across the room. He crashed against
table. swayed missed chair where
rested the Sarasate violin, then fell to
the floor; but he staggered to his feet
again, all his senses in chaos.
| "You almost fell on the fiddle. If