New Britain herald., 1921-11-02

| and the rewards of the Virtuous, Tc
 what end, he vehemently askei him.
 self, was this fanciful self-accusation
 this empty renunciation, this mora
 squeamishness through which he had been led to abandon what was hi'
 heritage in life, and not beyond his deserts? Technically, he was uncon-
 demned; his sole guilty spot was ir
 thought rather than deed, and cog nizance of it unshared by others, Fer
 what good, moral or sentimental. , q he sink, retreating like the hedgeho. [; from his own shadow, to and fro in
 this musty Bohemia that lacked even the picturesque?
 But the thing that struck home
 and set him raging was the part
 played by the Amazonian prisoner. To
 the counterpart of that astounding
 decentralization at least, in the
 way of eNperienCe-to one, by her
 own confession, thus far fallen. had
 he, not three hours since, been united
 in marriage. How desirable and nat ural it had seemed to him, then, and
 how monstrous 1t seemed now! How
 the words of the diamond thief num-
 Der two yet burned in his ears: 'lf
 you ever get a gir.. she'H have a pic. nic." What did that mean but that! Women instinctivcly knew him for one they could hoodwink? Stili again, there reverberated the policemans
 h I;e A man these days and nights wants 10 know what his women folks are up to-" Oh, yes, he had been fool; he had looked at thtnss from the wrong standpoint
 But the widest note in all tho clamor was struck by pains fortnger, jealousy. Now, at least he felt that kcenest sting-mountins love un- wo.thily bestowed. Whatever she might be. he loved her: he bore in his own breast his doom. A grating, comic flavor to his preoicamcnt struck him suddenly, and he laughed creakinslH as he sung down the echoing pave mcnt An impetuous desire to act, to ndIllp NllIi HIS lutS, S'IENb i'' stopped upon his heel, and smote his palms together triumphantly, His wifo was-where? But there was tangible link; an outlet more or less naVieable, which his derelict ship of migbt yet be safely towed the priest,
 Like all imaginative men with pliable natures, Lorison was, when thoroughly stirred, apt 10 become With a high and stub born indignation upon him. he re traced his steps to the interesting street by which he had come. DoWn this he hurried to the corner where he hao parted with--an astringent srimace tinctured the thought--his wife Thence still back he harked. fol- lowing through an unfamiliar district his stimulated recolleCtions of the way they had come from that preposterous wedding. Many times he went abroad and noscd his way back to the trail. ! furious
 At last. when he reached the dark, l ,alamitous building in which his madness had cufminatcd, and found i he black hallway, he dashed down i t. percoivinE no light or sound. But | 1e raised his voice. hailing loudly; | 'cckless Of everything but that he should find the old mischief-mal;rr with the eyes that looked too far ,way to see the disaster he had The door opened, and in he stream of light Father Rogap tood, his book in hand. with his inger marking thc place.
 A" cried Lorioon. You are the nan I want. I had wife of you a CIV hours ago. I would not trouble 'ou, but 1 neglected to note how if vas done. Will you oblige nc with he information whether the business , beyond refnedyT ..5