The Washington herald., 1921-04-24

WOEN1 Aubo uCI huOuln- II you eNU come
here again i shall know better than ever
that you are without selfrespeet or pride or
decency.-
The younger slads was not without pride
and passion Of his own: he setzed his straw
hat and with REDEEMED face started toward
the door.
-wair- Dolores commanded -You have
forgotten something"
-whatf-
your trinket-
He laughed In no plessant tone
Then I shah send II to your father.
The threat fred him He burst forth
The things you have said to me vfn never
forget nor win eve come back 10 you un-
less you ask me; but n you send the pearl 10
my father I would never forgive you Il vs
lived 70 be . thousand years ola.
-Here-tbeni- she said, and tnssed tbs
Eye Of Gsopatra across the tzbleL II struck
him on the mouth and fen Gathering on 70
the hardwood floor between two Turkest.n
rugs. He turned away and passed out
through the hangings At the door.
She stayed notionless. breathing hard. her
lips pressed tightly together until long after
the door had closed Then suddenly the real
ization Of his going came to her, and she
sank on to her knees and buried her face In
the cushion Of the wicker chair.
Robbie. Come backi- she cried out
Robbie, come back TO me- Bsd 70 you.
Robbie. love you Come back to mel
When she had caught her breath she Lis.
tened and heard only the cough and purr OF
motors on the asphalt street below the win.
dow. She picked up the pearl and stared a,
gem: It was nT,sd with life and nash Of rosy
light
1T is the only thing-the only thing he
ever gave me- she said. holding il In her
palm. . But will send It back 70 htm-to-
morrow
Then suddenly. a. she looked At II she saw
the lights In Il fade out; Il lapsed into q
miserable gray. Perhaps IL was saying TO
her that she should not % easaly get rid Of IL
Two days later abe learned that Robbie slade
had gone on one Of his fathers ships on
voyage to the West Coast Of South America
II with the ovnership Of the Ceopstras
Eye there went . strange and sinister innu-
epce. surely It had made . good beginning.
Annette. TO whom the story Of tbs pearl had
Uttered, counseled the earliest riddanee Of Il
BE st1r- said Dolorss- Never speak
Of the peari 10 NE again I DO not wear It.
1t 10 gone-tnto q safe plaza II b not mine
anyway. II is not mine I'm not the owner.
Besides. the superstition is noosense-plair
nonsense.-
Annetts was ineorrigible She replied
well. II came into our home ever rve
months ago. Already the stock into which
you put most Of your saving1 Of this vtntel
has lost an It's vzlos because of that hv
suit You have lost all your bert rovns b,
burglary. have you not Msdenoi.eueT How
is it that Mrs- Trensyor Collier turned hei
back upon you and went Oh to Europe! p<
you have any more enEssemeuts offered d
you-you who can sing like ne other7-
But IT 10 spring. AnnettA The musca
season is over
-HI Over. eh' DID not Madame orzack,
take your place A.
-Hushi- eonmaDded Do,ere.. 1t n a
surd"
-Absurdf wonder Annette persisted
Even you-Madcnoiselle. you are not tn
same So much Of irritation All, tell 20,
bad temper makes enemies. and enemie
viii gossip about q beautiful young gin wh
has no one TO protect her. What have you
Your voics That 10 your only true fr!eae-
just a. my pretty facs was oncs But n ba
luck comes even your voice you may los
Perhaps q snee1e-a cold cough. Mads
moisene, and It might be gone forever. Berts
sell the wicked thing while there 10 Jet time.
II love IT. said Dolores. psssonatesy.
-Tben you love your rutni- Annette mum
bled- and went On with her dustina
She was not present for long. % hannt q
girl with her warnings and her Imagery q
evil Before stx weeks bad roma and whc
the hottest days ot July had come Dolo-s
told the old woman that shs could enplo
her no more.
II love 700. Annette she said. wesrn,
But 1 have had no engasemenu rhsr
10 no money with which to pay you
The old woman stared st her younr ma,
tress resentfuIly. She said. without any sig
Of regret and insoientiy.
You never would listen 70 one e,d>r IN
wiser than you. Take care Of your h>alti
You are pale You have come from the trol