Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1923-04-17
THE BREAKING POINT
BY NARY ROBERTS RINEHART

She kept her message to the end Of her
visit. and delivered her blow standing.
81 have something 1 ought to tell you
Elizabeth But l don't know how you'll
take it."
Maybe it's something I won't want to
hear"
"IT tell you if you won't say where. you
heard it," -.
But Elizabeth made a small, impatient
gesture. Il don't like secrets, Clare L can't
keep the mfor one thing. You'd better not
tell me-"
Glare was nearly baked of her revenge,
but not entirely.
All right" she said and prepared to de-
part. 81 won't. But you might just tlna
out from your friend, Mrs. Sayre, VINO IL
was she saw in Chicago
It was in this manner, bit by bit and eacn
bit trivial that the case against Dick was
built I'D for Elizabeth. Mrs. Sayre, helpless
before her quiet questioning had to acknowl-
edge one damning thing after another' lie
had known her; he had not asked Tor EllZ-
abeth, but only for David; he looked urea
and thin, but we'll. She stood at a window
watching Elizabeth go down the hill, win a
feeling that she had JUS tseen somethlnS ole
before her.
On the night Bassett and Harrison Miller
were to return from Chicago, Lucy sat
downstairs in her sitting room waiting Tor
news.
At 10 o'clock, according to her CUSTOM
she went up to see that David was comfoN-
able for the night and to read him that
prayer for the absent with which he alSays
closed his day of waiting But before she
went she stopped before the cd mirror in
the hall, to see if there was any visible sign
of tension.
The door into Dicks office was open, and
on his once neat desk there lay litter OF
rapers and letters. She sighed and went uph
the stairs.
David lay. propped up in his walnut bed.
An incredibly wasted and old David; the
hands on the 1og-cabin quilt which their
mother had made were old hands, and tired.
Sometimes Lucy, with a frightened gasp,
would fear that David's waiting now was
not all for Dick. That he was waiting for
peace.
But there had been something new in
David lately She thought it was fear AL
| ways he had been so sure of himself; he
had made his experiment in a mans SOUL
and whatever the result, he had bee nready
to face his Creator with it and take the re-
! sponsibility.
But with his weakness his self-confidence
had gone. He had tempered with the things
! that were to be, and not he, but Dick, was
paying for that awful audacity.
Once picking up his prayer-book to read
evening prayer as was her custom now, it
had opened at verse marked with an I'M
even line:
81 will arise and go to my Father, and
will say unto Him, Father l have sinned
against heaven and before Thee, and am no
no more worthy to be called Thy SON."
That had frightened her.
| Davids eyes followed her into the room.
=. GIVE got idea you're keeping something
| from me, Lucy
81? Why should I do that?"
Then where's Harrison?" he demanded
querulously.
She told him one of the few white lies Of
her life, where she said "He hasn't been
we'll. He'll be over tomorrow"
She sat down and picked up the prayer
book only to find him lifting himself in the
bed and listening.
Somebody closed the hall door, Lucy. If
it's Reynolds, l want to see him"
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