The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1920-06-05
By HOL WORTHY HALL
Hilliard nervousIy addressed himself

Hilliard nervously addressed himself
to Carol.
II hope you agree with your father,
Miss Durant-that eventually he'd
have succeeded in Syracuse?"
Il never doubted it," she said 10y
ally.
And then the three of them fell ST
simultaneously to muSing, and for the
space of a minute or two there was
quiet; the sort Of quiet which comes
just after the benediction. 1t was the
benediction which Carol had bestowed
upon wretched sinner who sat there
wondering how he could ever escape
from the tolls of his own cleyerness.
How long are you to pc in town.
Mr.. Hilliard?" inquired the doctor, ir-
relevantly.
THAT l can't say, sir. l had no
other errand than this"
you've never been here before?
That is, you haven't friends here?"
He had expected this question and
prepared for it.
Several years ago." he said casual
ly, Il came to Syracuse half q dozen
times one winter-on business. l sup
pose could find my way around even
now, if l had to. But comparatively
speaking, I'm stranger"
you're d business man, Mr.. Hill
llard?"
II told you he was, DEAR" said
Carol.
Hilliard nodded.
Eyes, Doctor Durant. That isl
was. l have no business connections
now. That's why my plans are so I'M
certain
Again heavy silence. Hiiliard was
cursing the impetuous haste which had
caused him to lie himself into an in
vulnerable network.
"I'm sorry" said the doctor, rising
abruptly, "but I've a consultation at
half-past twelve Thank you again,
Mr.. billiard, for coming to US; you've
lightened my heart tremendously /
hope we shall see you again before
you 60"
II hope So" said billiard, duly. He
was whipping his brain to find way
out; but how could he explain those
manifold, cruel falsehoods which once
he had thought to be his retribution?
The doctor gave him cordial smile,
parting pressure of the hand, and
went out directly, leaving the two
young people quite alone.
Hilliard, impelled to go and equally
constrained to stay, fidgeted in his
vacillation. He was uncomfortable
and unhappy. yet curtously enough he
had no inclination to depart. He as
sured himself that he cared not the
snap of his finger for Carol Durant; on
the contrary, he was intolerant of her
very presence; still he fingered, wish
ing that he hadn't stultified himself.
"And you really came all the way up
here just to be kind to us?" she said.
"Just to be kind to Dick" he cor
rected.
Carol was winking hard; Hilliard
sprang to his feet. He could never
bear to see woman cry; il was i'm
material to him who she was, or what
the circumstance he was powerfully
affected-distraught His single aim
was to console her-it was a selfish
aim designed primarily to relieve him
self.
But it's easy to see," he said des-
perately, why he was so anxious to
have me come. g.. e. have twice
as many reasons to envy him now,
Miss Durant. :. I really have. And
y. and, unlike your father, can pity
him, too, for"
"Oh!" she said, smiling TREMENDOUSLY
up at him through the misty veil of her
tears. But .y-you see. Mr.. billiard
. +. you're quite mistaken
. wasn't plying Dicky; was
plying mel"
He bit his lip sharply No reproach
could have gone deeper.
THAT was your letter, you said?''
"Oh, yes" she said. ut c-couldn't
have been for anyone efsel Thank
you so much ii. for bringing it
He was trying to analyze the emo
tons which stirred him. He had told
himself over and over again that his
love for her was numb; and yet here
he was :. unsteadily balanced q.
tormented by her grief and ly-
ing to her in the next sentence-to
protect his previous lies, and to give
to her what comfort he could.
Il want you to have his war cross,
Miss Durant think it belongs
to you more than to anyone else. I
=" He stopped and stood irreso-
lutte; for she had broken down COM
pletely. He watched her and slowly
the blood burned in his cheeksl He
tried to order his thoughts, to select
his action if he still loved her.
he was there to console her; If not
he ought in all humanity to con-
sole her just the same, even If it took
another of those inexcusable decep-
lions. For an instant he was on the
point of succumbing to wild impulse