The Washington herald., 1922-08-22
The Beautiful
And Damned
By r. Scott Fitzgerald.
Continued from Ye,terdav.

But it was too late to talk to
him that way. In his mind was
but one idea-that Gloria was be-
ing selfish. that she was always
being selfish and would continue
to be unless here and now he as
serted himself as her master. This
was the occasion of all occasions
since for a whim she had deprived
him of pleasure. His determine
tion solidified. approached mo-
mentarily a dull and sullen hate.
won't go in the train" he
said. his voice trembling little
with anger. We're going to the
Bsrneses"
I'm not" she cried. IF you go
I'm going home alone"
Go on. then"
Without a word she turned to-
ward the ticket-off1ce; simultane-
ously he remembered that she had
some money with her and that this
was not the sort of victory he
wanted. the sort he must have.
He took a step after her and seized
her arm
See herer' he muttered, you're
not going alonew
II certainly am-why. Anthony
This exclamation as she tried to
pull away from him and he only
tightened his grasp
He looked at her with narrowed
and malicious eyes.
Let gor' Her cry had a quality
of herceness. IF you have any
decency you1l let CO."
"whyr' He kntw why. But he
took a confused and not quite con-
nj In h@I
I'm going home. do you under
go,"
NO. I'm not"
Her eyes were burning now.
Are you going to make a scene
here2'
II say you're not going! I'm tired
of your eternal selfishness,"
81 only want to go home" Two
wrathful tears started from her
eyes.
This time you're going to do
what 7 say"
Slowly her body Strengthened: her
infinite scorn.
were expelled like venom through
goi Oh, / hate your' She tried to
jerk herself away but he only
crasped the other arm. II hate
you, I hate you"
At Gloria's fury his uncertainty
returned. but he felt that now he
had gone too far to give in. 1t
seemed that he had always given
in and that in her heart she had
III . h. 1T
hate him now. but afterward she
would admire him for his DOM
nance.
The approaching train gave out a
premonitory siren that tumbled
melodramaticallyt toward them down
the glistening blue tracks. Gloria
tuGged and strained to free herself.
and words older than the Book OF
Genesis came to her lips.
"Oh. YOU brute she sobbed. "Oh.
you brute, Oh, l hate you. on,
you brutei Oh"
On the station platform other
prospective passengers were begin
ming to turn and stare: the drone
OF the train was audible. II increased
to a clamor. Gloria's efforts re-
doubled. then ceased altogether. and
she stood there trembling and hot
eyed at this helpless humiliation. as
the engine roared and thundered
into the station
Low. below the flood of steam and
the grinding of the brakes came her
voice:
"Oh. IL there was one man here
YOU couldn't do this. You couldn't
do this, You coward You coward.
oh. YOU coward"
Anthony, silent. trembling him
self. gripped her rigidly. aware that
faces. dozens Of them. curiously un-
moved. shadows of a dream. were
regarding him. Then the bells dis
titled metallic crashes that were
Ike physical pain. the smoke-stacks
vOIleyed in slow acceleration at the
sky. and in a moment OF noise ana
gray gaseous turbulence the line OF
faces ran by. moved off. became IN
distinct-until suddenly there was
only the sun slanting east across
the tracks and a volume OF sounu
decreasing far off like train made
out of tin thunder. He dropped her
arms. He had won.
Now. il he wished. he might laugh.
The test was done and he had sus-
tanned his will with violence. Let
leniency walk in the wake OF VIC
tory.
"weTl hire a care and drive back
to Marietta" he said with fine re-
serve.
For answer Gloria seized his hand
with both of hers and raising II to
her mouth bit deeply into his thumb,
He scarcely noticed the pain: seeing
the blood squirt he absent-mindedly
drew out his handkerchief ana
wrapped the wound. That too was
part of the triumph he supposed
II was inevitable that defeat should
thus be resented-and as such was
beneath notice.
She was sobbing. almost without
tears. profoundly and bitterly.
Il won't goI I won't go. You
-can't-make-m You've
killed any love 1 ever had for you.
and any respect. But all that's left
in me would die before I'd move
from this place. oh. IL I'd thought
you'd lay your hands on me
You're going with me-" he said
brutaIly. "if I have to carry you.
He turned. beckoned to a taxicab.
told the driver to go to Marietta.
The man dismounted and swung. the
door open. Anthony faced his wife
and said between his clenched teeth:
will you get in?-or will 1 put
you in?"
with a subdued cry of infinite
pain and despair she yielded her
self up and got into the car.
All. the long~ride. through the in
creasinr darkOof twilight. she sat