Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-04-20
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explain things to God and then l
think 1t will be quite all right. My
heart is filled with gratitude, to you.
l cannot express it,; but I shall tell
God when I explain everything TO
Him; and my one hope is that after
i have been punished 1 shall be, al
iowed to meet Q again. n thank
understood.
He turned over. a7'aG
I feel I ought TO tell you now, be-
Tore I ave this world, what I never
was able to tell you or anyone The
father Of my little baby was-,Harold
Twyning who used to be in yoA.
Office. We had been secretly engaged
a very. very long time and then he
Was/ln an officers training camp at
Bournemouth where l was. and l
don't think 1 quite understood. W.,
were going to be married and then he
had to go suddenly, and then he was
afraid to tell his father and then this
happened and he was more afraid.
So that was how it all was. + do
want you, please, to tell Harold that
l quite forgive him, only can't
quite write to him. And dear Mr..
Sabre. do trust you to be with Ha--
old what o have always been with
me and with everybody-gentle, and
understanding things. Goodby and
may God bless and reward you for
ever and ever. Effie.
: II. I
He shouted again. Hal" He cried
again Into my handsl Into my
hands!''
He abandoned himself to e rather
horrible ecstasy of hate and passion.
His face became rather horrible to
see. His face became purple and
black and knotted.. and the Veins or:
his forehead black. He cried aloud,
Harold! Harold! Twyning! Twyn-
Ing! He rather horribly mimicked
Twyning. 'Harold's such Va good
boy! Haroid's such q good, Christian,
model boy! Harold's never said a bad
word or had a bad thought. Harold's
such n good boy" He cried out:
Harold's such a blackguard! A black
guard and the son of a vile. infamous
lying. perjured blackguard."
His passion and his hate surmount-
ed his voice. He choked. He picked
up his stick and went with frantic
hope to the door. He cried aloud,
grttting his teeth upon it, I'll cram
the letter down his throat. I'll cram
the letter down his throat. I'll take
him b the neck. Eli bash him across
the face. And I'll ran the letter
down his throat
box with purposeful and luxurious
rest. Sabre waved his stick at him.
n shouted to him, Fortunes office
In T~idborough. Hard as you can.
He Wrenched open the door and got
IN. Ia a moment, the startled horse
scarcely put into motion by its start
LED driver. he put his head and arm
from the window and was out on the
sts?: stop! Stop! Let me out. I've
something to get" SIS
he ran gal into the house and
bundled himself UP the stairs and in
to his room. At his bureau he took
q drawer and wrenched 1t open SO
that 1T came put in his hand, swung
on the sockets of it's handle, and
scattered its contents upon the floor.
One article fell heavily. His service
revolver. He grabbed it up and.
dropped on his hands and knees, pad
cartridges. As he searched his voice
went harshly,. Hes bounded mo to
hell. At the very gates Of hell I've
got him, got him, and III have him
by the throat and hurI him int" He
broke open the breech and damned
h cartridges in, counting them,
One, two, three, four, five, SIKH" He
up the breech and jarnmed,
the revolver In his jacket pocket. Hs
went scrambling again down the
stairs, and an he scrambled down he
cried "Ill cram the letter down his
throat. When he's spraying, whoa
he's looking. perhaps I'll out WITH my
gun and drill him. drdll him for the
dog. the dog that he u.s."
He was arrived! He was here!
Into my hands: Into my hands,
He pAAsed into the Office gHd-swiftfy
- he could 80 up the stairs. He en-.
count1xed no one. He came 10 Tyyn.
ing's door and put his hand upon tho
latch. Immediately, and enormously.
20 that for a moment he wi forced
TO panse. the pulse broke out anew
IN h5e head. Knock, knock, knock.
Kn0ck knock. knock. Gursa the
thlYgl Never mind. sIAl IntsAt8 hin!
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