Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1925-02-19

possession. You know everything that
there is of me-oh, you know it SO init
mately. Can you not see how 1t hu-
initiates me, to think that 1 have no
personality of my own at all, nothing
to myself, no life, hardly a thought,
even, that Is not yours?"
dearest"
But she went on implacably: what
do know of you? Who are you? Lee
Anderson? That's only name. You
have your life. your past How many
women has 1t contained, women you
perhaps think of regretfully, some
times even with tenderness
I'D have told you that when the
time came. loved one woman
thought I did She, .was-well, I gave
her my love foolishly, that's all. And
it wasn't love. There is only you,
has only been you"
"How do know you are telling me
the truth, Lee Anderson?"
you don't mean that, dear. We've
given our love to each other, with trust
and faith It's just the loneliness and
the dread and the fear of remember
| ing the past that makes you doubt
everything. Look into my eyes and
see If you can doubt Them
The hardness of her laugh surprised
him. 81 don't trust men, Lee Ander-
son."
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the hurt was his pity for her, a soul
cut off from the past, with only him
self to guide her. He could UNDER
stand that the desire for personality
of her own might well inspire her
bitterness.
1T think the best way / can prove
| my love for you," he answered, lis
just to say nothing till your mood has
passed"
mo, Lee, there is better way than
that, a much better way. Be frank
with me. Let me share your life. Who
are you? Lee Anderson? That's only
name to me. Tell me why you came
into the range, and how you found
me-"
He began to tell her; but, because
| 1t was impossible to speak of their
experiences at Siston lake, he made
| 1t appear that he had saved her-as
he had said before-after the fall. and
carried her into the woods. He
omitted much, but he distorted nothing.
"What were you doing in the range?
What are you here forY Her voice
was breathless, her eyes seemed to
burn into his face.
-think-I-know. You must tell
me the truth. You came here to find
someone. You are member Of the
police Whom have you come to find?'
And as Lee remained silent, she
continued:
ut wasn't q man named Pelly, was
| it? An old man, an old friendless man,
who had been betrayed, sold by some
one he trusted? A man who had done
no wrong to anyone, but who, a whole
generation before, had killed the scoun-
drel who tried to ruin his wife? Hadn't
he atoned for that by lifetime Of
exileY'
what do you know of him?" cried
Lee.
"He is my father! This is our home
Yes, I'm Joyce Pelly, his daughter, as
you have always suspected And |
suspected you from the beginning.
And you-you forced your presence
upon me under the guise of protecting
me from my friends"
| "That is not sol"
"To gain your wretched ends by win
ming a womans confidence and then
betraying her. And you dared-yes,
you dared"
81 never dreamed who you were.
Won't you believe my word of honor
that am incapable-Y
But she went On, still implacable :
"You dared to pretend you loved me,
you traitor, in order to discover my
fathers hiding place when IL was
coming up to him-but why-why? !
can't remember all. I only know that
1 remember I'm his daughter. And !
tell you l hate you with a hate ten
times as great as the love thought
felt for you'll"
Lee stood up before her. II only
ask you to believe me" he began,
"when say that didn't know, guess,
dream who you were. How should |
have known he had daughter-this
man I'd never seen? knew moth
ing"
But suddenly her Icy coldness
seemed to dissolve in helpless misery.
"Oh, leave me! Leave me for a little
while, or 1 shall go madl" she cried.
And she put her hands over her face
and began weeping wildly.