The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-03-18


shame and anger. She tried to
draw away, but was imprisoned
beyond hope Of movement The
strength Of men was sung Of by
poets and Familiarity spoken OF, but
she never realized what meaning
It might have for q woman.
When he released her mouth her
heart felt ready to burst, for she
was breathless. The bondage OF
his arms had scarcely slackened--
she was still held to him as irrev-
ocably as Andromeda was chained
to the rock and awaiting her de-
struction.
81 WON'T won't bear It!
Death ID better than to be used
like-like this. You don't under
stand. When IL looked ct you
In the market / was desperate.
You were not as hateful as those
other men! But ! won't bear it,
I won't be used like-like cup
you drink from and then break
and throw awayl I'm . slave-I'm
just . piece Of furniture that
you've bought and that belongs to
you, but you cant keep me from
death! You-you may lift me
now, but you shant despise me!
Before tomorrow I shah break
myself and be nothing -nothing
for you or any one to takev'
Her whole body, braced against
him, trembied. Her eyes under
drawn ,brows, were aswiln with
tears Of anger. There was . sob
bing choke on the rapid, hysterical
torrent Of words.
"Godsl They made no mistake
when they named you. You're all
death and slaughter and despera-
ton, aren't you, Cassandra? But
no man wants to break Q perfect
vase, though he may drink out of
e again and again. Am ! 50 diff
cult to love?"
There was an undeniably charm
ing quality in his patrician voice,
controlled and level even now. lis
eyes 81 grayish blue, yelled with q
smile, looked into hers.
''That wasn't Lowell II you loved
me you wouldn't kiss me like that. !"
Her swimming eyes overbrimmei
and tears large a. necklace pearls
ran down her face. She was help
lessly overweight. Too much 4
happened within the last month.
els this the way / should kiss
you, Cassandra?"
His voice had dropped to =
lower, more vibrant note. He
bent his head and again his mouth
came closely upon the girls. There
was no raping violence in this pres
sure. II was the kiss Of . man
who could be either brute or an
artists trained hedOnist.
The pressure endured. It was
possessive, intimate - overmaster-
ing. A fame of whose existence
she had been barely aware leaped
in Cassandra. A honeyed sensation
ran over her. She had been de-
spoiled Of everything, shaken by
dangers, agonized, thwarted, out
ragged In her pride, and now, in a
flash, came the reaction. Thought
was numbed. She glowed from
head TO foot. She was in the arms
Of d young man who might have
passed for an immortal and abo, :.
them the noon sun was filtered
through matted vine leaves and
bees dr0ned in the dwarf bushes
OF daphne and from somewhere
near came the soft grumble of
doves. It was delicious to be &c
from thought and shame and anx-
iety. Mentally she felt as naked
a. q flame Of fire. This was life,
"You daughter of Circe-you
slim Sappho"
The control was gone from. his
voice now like the leash from a
slipped hunting leopard.
Cassandra's head was thrown
back. There was Summer in her
blood - burning Summer amid
whose weller Of thornless roses
bacchantes clashed their cymbals
while spotted panthers rolled 1t
their feet.
"Say-I love you, Philip"
Oh, that look of eager hunger
on his face-and he divinely
strong, divinely beautiful!
II love you, Philip"
Ito Be Continued Next Sunday
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