Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-11-15
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Il do not know" Marie answered,
hef voice suddenly sharp and Strain
%. That is Why, / have. been. silent
:! would rather die than hurt you
that I know. The moment I heard
you voice / knew I must hurt you,
n 1t was almost more than 1 could
ear Monsieur. I do not
there is still in me the love that went
or its knees to you. I do not know.
But I think that in these weeks that
woman has died from grief and long,
ing, and the other thing has grown. T
had it in me those years when I
danced in Paris ana fought my way
inch by inch-the WOMAN who wished
to belong ia no one; who wished to
climb by her w efforts to success.
dian girl who has lain dying. I am
more White. ,thap ! AndiRA 4 Perhaps
there IL in me a. pride that would
make OF myself something more than
the yellow cat that crawled starving
and beseechinS to your door. Perhaps
1 wish to give a child something in
myself OF which it may be proud
perhaps that is the urge I feel. 1 a
explain myself. II know only that
shame in my heart" There were
tears in her voice when she finished.
1t was his fear realized. MacAllis-
ter assifnflated 1t, gagged it, standing
speeches. until 1t grew into a large
fact. Its the allure of that place
down here has laid hold on ye," he
said bitterly.
Marie looked down, at, the. ,.shox
fi, t,ls ne En- broHs d5swn:. IT hasa
very hard, I think I may succeed
that Is all I see in It. And
yet-that is not ALL" she added slow
". Il know that i have talent. 10
feel n self a power to hold 4
multtude-there is fascination in
p You wished the power
of money! an of your blood"
1t was like having his own weapon
turned upon him by a hand stronger
Of will in MacAllisteE for the strug.
gle. Come back with me, back to
Laclasse, and give the love, that I
can't believe is dead, a chance Do
that for me, Marie? If "a
find then it is gone completely. We
shall have my help to become what
ever yeewish.a Ingive .ye my word Of
,,a Marie stumbled over the hard re-
wouid-but. Oh, Mons Monsieur : yoI I
can not! what / do ! must do quite )
by. myself! .. No, I will not"
she added with greater armness.
III not give We up, and I'll not
leave We here alone.!'h MacAllister de-
clared more holly. "I'u stay here-on
yer very door-step!"
Marie's eyes narrowed. the look
Carl Mendall knew Well. IT think
-aa / did from 1Aclasse."
Will We tell me. what it is ye'd have
ne do. then?" MacAllister asked
Marie met his demand with one NJ
her sudden changes to g%entlenesa
Go back to your home, Monsieur
4 leave me to myself. I wish to be
80 turn yer heart to some boy Xix.
that oedissned fool that sat at yer
The tears gathered in her eyes. II
know the honesty Of my purpose-f
do not deserve that"
MacAllister's look changed. !oh.
Marie, ohild-it's Just that want Va
80! It's like having food and water
set Just beyond my reach-when I'm
fa1ntshed for them both. 1 can't bear
70 enaufe 3 my own anger has
love We offered me in such full meas
ufe. / know that, And that IFS like
never to return to me. It seems rye
simply got to- wait yer own time
though God knows howl" He put his
hands on her shoulders, the familiar
caress. IT ye tell mo to 80, TIL 60"
Hel felt her tfesnble under his
hands, and the sign OF wayerine and
the touchlof her were too much. He
caught her to him. and as passion
gripped him and with It the determ-
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