Omaha daily bee., 1922-01-25
BY RUBY NJ. AYRES,
s,sat.aasd From Yesterday .
aEFa 4s1taRn xraNN.
Go Away BEFORE I KIN YOU


every nerve lingling with excite
ment
She could not analyke her own
feelings with regard 10 this man, shs
only knew that IN some strange way
he attracted her strongly, and that
already she was looking forward 10
their next meeting.
II was hali.past D when she got
back 10 the Delays; Margaret was
dressing Tor dinner. 80 one OF the
maids told her, and Miss Manners
had not yet returned from town.
Ninette stared,
HAS Miss Mauyers gone to town.
She did not tell me-
Miss Manvers went up before
lunch with Mr.. Nothard, missi.
Ninette flushed and Bit her lip,
then she smiled. So Peter had taken
Dorothy insleadf Well. she was
quite welcome. She took her hat and
coat off. and walked into the draw
ing room 20 find a bowl for her yio-
lets. and found Margsrct's husband
there, standing by the fire. lie
turned eagerly as she entered.
"fou have come back. them" His
eyes Tell upon the flowers she car
ried. "Wel, did you enjoy your
self"
Fl, was lovely. I've never had
such beautiful time beiorew She
was like child in her enthusiasm.
- A al h. ,as.r, - tall ,,,- a..t -
dinner and theater when he comes
back from Paris" she added. Hes
going there tomorrow on business"
She saw Delays face whiten, and
instinetively she moved a step away
from him, but lie was too swift for
her. lie got between her and the
door; he caught her hands in his,
So that the beautiful yiolcts fell to
the floor between them.
'Ninette, are you trying 10 drive
ME mad?" he asked hoarsely. Don't
you know love you? ] was so sure
you must know, Ninctte. oh, for
PHYS sakeg
She was fighting against him like
a wild thing.
Its you that arc mad: you who are
madp she painted She was really
terribly afraid; she had never seen
such look in the eyes of airy man.
Let me go. Oh, let me go! What
would Margaret say" She was
sobbing with fear, now; her breath
came i'll great gasps.
Delay laughed; he caught her to
him and his arms were like steel
about her slim figure.
II love you. I've loved you from
the first minute | saw you" he said
hoarscly. "Ive been mad with jeal-
ously all day because Cavanagh-
kiss me. Ninette; kiss mep
She tried to beat him off; she was
almost fainting with fear, but her
strength was no match fer his and
suddenly he mastered her; he
crushed her to his heart, and bend
ing his head began to press hot, pas
sionatc kisses on her face.
II love you; ] love your
She tried weakly to resist him.
mo, no! Oh, you are mad! Let
NE go; let me"
ARTHUR The door had opened
behind them and Mar
y.ret stood there, her pretty face as
white as snow, her eyes blank with
horror and incredulity. arthur"
she said again, and her voice sound
ID so strange and lifeless that Nj
lette broke from Delays arms and
an sobbing toward her, falling at
ler feet, clutching the soft folds Of
1er dress.
1T wasn't my fault; it wasn't my
ault! Oh, | think he must be mad
think he must be mad"
Over and over again she sobbed
he words into the terrible silence,
tut there was no answer, and at last
she looked up into Margaret's face.
She rose stiffly to her feet; then
cit as if she must be in tn: throes
ii some terrible nightmare. She
urned around slowly and looked at
Arthur Delay. He rad not spoken;
lie stood there, white-faced and grim,
lis eyes fixed on his wife, and Nj
lette broke out again wildly:
1T wasn't my fault! Oh, believe
ne, believe mel'
Margaret moved to the door and
opened it; she looked as if she
walked in her sleep and her dyes
we're fixed and exprcssionless.
Go away!" she said, and then
again: go away--beforc I kill you'll"
For a moment there was dread
jul silence, then Ninette passed her,
over the fallen violcts as
she went, and she heard the shutting
If the door behind her.
She stood for some moments in
he hall, too dazed to move; she only
lncw that something terrible had
something which had not
,een her fault, and that Margaret
Margaret whom she had grown to
Owe, had turned her out Of the
house.
Every nerve in her body seemed
shaken with uncomfortable fear;
when presently she moved mechani.
cally to &c. upstairs, she had to hold
on to the balster rail; she never
knew how she reached her room un-
till she found herself standing before
the looking glass staring at her white
face.
Her lips and cheeks burned still
with Delays passionate kisses, and
suddenly it seemed to Ninettc az if
her whole body we're burning, too,
with shame.
II hate him; | hate himp The
words seemed forced from her lips:
she wished she could fall dead to cs-
cape the torturous memory Of those
last few minutes.
Margaret would never believe that
il had not all been her fault; Mar
garet would never forgive her.
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