The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-11

and left the room without a word
 "You could never know what pang of pity and fear and sorrow that sent through me. was sick of heart when I presented my card to James Baron. He slipped it into his pocket.
 "'And yours?' asked
 "He shook his head and smiled at me with certain grim tolerance that made me writhe. Z.
 "'No,' he said, the temptation is great God, how great! but in my part of the country we don't do things in this way
 q was cut to the quick. The wounds
 of the Civil war were still fresh in the
 south and the comparison spurred me on.
 "'No,' I anskered there are many things which you of the north do not un- derstand-many little things which a southern gentleman, sir, considers part of the code of hoor.'
 "He had been pale the moment before, you understand. He grew winter still at that, and scar stood out on his temple, a jagged, ugly thing. There was that intol- erable brightness in his eyes, and I under stood for the first time the meaning of a Berserker rage.
 '"I was afraid, sir, and I admit it without shame. I was afraid, but was so tortured by the thought of Marie as she had run laughing through the shower of roses and again by contrast as she had looked when she left the alcove, that I cried out: You shall meet me, sir, | will publish you through the streets of New Orleans
 "His deep, steady voice replied: What would you publish? Arsigny, know what you fear as we'll as if 1 could read your mind. You are wrong. As we stood here told her that l loved her, and for reply she merely stared at me, too terrified to understand.
 You have nothing further to fear from me. In the first moment I was swept from my reason. I had to speak to her. Now shall go away to the ends of the earth; you will never see me aftef&this night Are yoV satisfied?
 "Who would have been satisfied with that? l muttered through set teeth: low long has she known you and hidder you from me?'
 "He said: T have never seen her be- fore.'
 .I laughed in his face.
 MT. Baron,' l answered, T saw your eyes when you were watching her as she stood on the staircase
 "He made little gesture of despair, resignation.
 Then I will tell you everything he said, because it is for her happiness.
 'I bowed. When strengthened I saw him measuring me as a duelist measures his man. I knew that glance too well.'
 Here Arsigny stopped for another taste of wine, and in the little interim strove to conjure up the figure of James Baron, tall, massive, blond, with the unbearably bright eyes. But could not see him. It seemed impossible that this Henry Arsigny could have ever quailed before any man.
 He spoke again: "I knew the glance, and I was afraid, as said before. Yet it was the sort of fear which makes man fight to the last drop of his blood Then that great Viking said:
 ".What am going to tell you has to do with dreams of a garden and woman. The garden is lost garden. fear. The woman l have seen tonight for the first time.'
 q began to interrupt with some cyni- cal comment, but he silenced me with g short gesture of command.
 'He said: Listen to me closely. I may not keep you away from the crowd for lon, but must set your doubts of her at rest. Arsigny, when I was a young fellow, younger by some years than you are now, I dreamed one night that I was1 living five h,,pI I~oIx I vro1l liro dnvu