Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-07-31


text of insulting remarks by the
Orangemen against their rengion:
Marchand. the leader. is hurled
through the air by Gabriel DruSe'
who has been appointed head con.
stable. His followers are cowed ana
return silently to Manitou after one
of their priests has made an appeal
TO them. For six weeks lngoiby Is
cared for by Fleda in her own nome
His work has been taken over oy an
other. Progress in the towns mas
stopped and trouble is brewing once
again. A specialist from the Fast
Is coming to try to restore lngoioy
eyesight.
AND HERE 1T CONTINUES
CHE had betrayed herself so much, had
y shown so recklessly what she telt'
and vet. yet why did he not-she did
not know what she wanted him TO 10.
II was all a great confusion. Vaguely
she realized what had been working IN
him. but yet the knowledge was o''"
indeed. She was a woman. In her
heart of hearts she knew that he uiu
care for her. and yet in her heart OF
hearts she denied that he cared.
She was suddenly angry with herself
angry with him. the poor blind man.
back from the Valley of the Shaoo"'
She had not reached the door, how
ever. when Madame Bulteel entered the
room.
1.-The doctor from New York has
come she said. holding out note from
D,ctor Rockwell. "He will be here IN
q couple of hours.
Fleda turned back toward the oeu'
Good luck!' she said. You IL sec
Il will be all right
Certainly I'll see If 1t S all right
he said cheerfully. "Am l TIDY nave
used Pears soap?" He would nave
his Joke at his own funeral if possible
"There are two hours to get you
Al to be seem" she rejoined with rail-
,erv. infected by his cheerfulness IN
spite of herself. Madame Buiteel Is
very brave. Nothing is too hard Tor
her."
An instant later she was gone, win
her heart telling her to go back TO
him. not to leave him, but yet with a
hanging stronger still driving her 70
the omen world, to which she could
breathe her trouble in great gasps' Us
abe sped onward through the woods ana
nv the river. To love a blind man
was sheer madness, but in her was a
sunerstitious belief that he would sec
again. 1t prevailed against the doubts
and terrors. 1t made her resent his
own sense of fatality, his own belief
that he would be in darkness all his
days.
In the room where he awaited the
verdict of the expert, he kept saying
to himself:
"She would have made everything
else look cheap-if it could have peeh.
The Snare of the Fowler
HNHE last rays of the setting sur
i touched the gorgeous autumn woods
with a loving, bright glow, and thu
day stole pensively away into purple
bed beyond the sight of the eyes. From
lonely spot by the river Fledi
watched the westering CLEAN until i
vanished, her soul alive to the melan
choly beauty of it all.
Now, as she watched the day fleeing
and night with swift stealthiness com
ing on, that unforgettable picture of tn
Rumanian hills came to her again. Th
instinct of those far off days which hat
been little removed from the finest AMI
NAL intelligence had now developed int
thought. Brain and soul strove Il
grasp what it all meant, and what tn
revelation was between nature and her
self. Nature was so vast; she was y
insignificant; changes in its motionles
inorganic life were imperceptible saw
through the telescopes of years; but she
like the wind, the water, and the clouds
was variable. inconstant. Was ther
any real relation between the vast, i'm
perturbable earth, its seas, its forests
it's mountains and its plains, its life o
tree and plant and flower and the me
and women dotted on its surface! Di
they belong to each other, or were man
kind only, as it were, vermin infestin
the desirable world? Did they belon
10 each other? 1t meant so much
thew did belong, and she loved to thin
tbey did. Many a time she kissed tn
smooth bole of a maple or whispere
IN Il: or laid her cheek against a moss
rock and murmured greeting in tn
= spirit of a companionship as old as tn
making of the world.
ON the evening of this day OF he
/. destiny-carrying the story of her ow
fate within its twenty four b6urs-sh
was in a mood of detachment from life
rortipe AS at a great opera sensitiS
sn;rit loses itself in visions alien to tn
music and yet born of it, so she, los
in this primeval scene before her, sa
visions OF things to be.
s If Ingolby's sight came back In M
z .hatraction she saw him with sight RI
stored and by her side, and even in th'
,oy her mind felt a hevering sense
Invasion. no definite, visible thing, b.
! nresenee which made shadow. Sue
denly oppressed by il, she turned ba'
into the woods from the river bank
,Sake for home. She had explored near
Z, Z. every portion of this river country f
miles up and down, but on this evenin
l.st IN her dreams. she had wander'
j. into less familiar regions. There was
<hance of her being lost, SO long as s.