Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-11-12

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away, and he was going with her; that
they would be or their way when his
letter reached me-. lie is taking her
to New York, where he says he is go
ing to take a studio and paint. F.. {.
She was desperate don't think she
knew what she was doing when she
LETT here, so I think he has persuaded
her"
MacAllister had received the blow
standing. and he still stood-through
the moments of realization-long
enough for a distinct remembrance Of
Marie's face when she, had turned
away from him, and Of Mendalps look
of excitement and defiance. ,a
j.. Then. with a, smothered word; he
went to the window. for strong man
though he was, he felt the need Of air.
some relief from the rush Of blood
that stranged him. This was a deal
worse than Kraup's hands on his
throat He struggled with
s~ufocation through the moments it
took him to array the facts, to gage
the possibilities and the certainties--
and to grant his part in a tragedy
which was even a worse thing than
the fear he had brought with him.
Mrs. Mendall heard his thick accusa-
ton Of himself:
And twas I drove her to, it."
MacAllister could think clearly
enough in a crisis. Disaster did not
daze him or distract him: it urged
him to Immediate and definite action,
but with all his faculties under con-
troll. He could command calmness,
} It. as MRS Aenoa'' could command
He came back to her. will We tell
me now, please-how it's come about
this thing we've told me-? I'll know
then how best to do the only thing
there is to be done.'
Mrs. Mendall knew what it was he
wanted to be told. II didn't suspect
until the night of Mrs. Kotany's dance.
I couldn't believe it then. I thought
only that there was danger to Carl in
Marie's being in u house, and / de-
until. you came. That night-iast
.night-Carl told me. I asked him di-
rectiy. He confessed that he loved
Marie. He said that he loved me still,
but that she had the same fascination
for him as his painting" Then, be-
cause Mrs. Mendall had reached the
depths that day, and out Of the depths
had evolved a philosophy that she
meant should sustain her in the flu
ture, she was honest. "And I feel
that, in a way, I am responsible for
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after you left, I had gone.-to Marie
and spoken kindly, all this might not
have happened. And, Mr.. MacATlis-
ter, Carl told me that Marie had never
tried to tempt him or play with him."
MacAllister was bitter in his con-
domination of the mar who meant to
profit by his WI harshness. Eyer
husband loves We, does he, and he's
left -ye1 like this! And now he'd take
advantage Of Marie! 1 haven't words
for the like of him." It was A. nash
OF jealous anger that caught hin and
shook him.
Mrs. Mendall looked at him stead
lily: Her body was weak, but there
was determination in her; eyes. '.Mr.
MacAllister, i. don't want to hear Carl
spoken of In that way. i am trying
not, to think Of him in that way. I
know him as no one else does. and
yet, ! think that today, for the first
time, I have really understood him.
He 70 man with a fixed idea that
dominates him. No man
with 9 fixed idea is. quite. sane. /
think. il kept to his Life here, he
WasS sort of wild attempt at SELF.
PRESERVATION, and his tnfatuation for
Marie Is part OF. the same. struggle.
He has gone, and ISbelieve he win
paint in spite of everything. His
painting is more to him than any
woman. more than anything else In
the world, and I believe tome day he
will be Asgreat artist. I want
TO- think about Carl in this way, M.
.MacAllister-no matter what Gomez
or what any one has to say shout It.
body. because thinking any other. VIZ
WILL hurt mali donSf S1ntnnd - NJ