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DELUGE
DAVID GRAHAM WmJB&,Au<hcraf"JIlEGUKHr
tcafmmr jsar
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•*MV RIOHT IVI OPPINM MB.-
Not day l<angdon> slocks wavered,
sot ox up a 111(10. going down n little,
cloning at practically the mum figure*
nt which I hey had opened. Then I
sprsng my sennntlon—chat Langdon
Md hla particular clique. though (boy
controlled th* Textile Trust did not
own ao much aa one fiftieth of Ua vol
lag ai« ch. True "captains of Indus
try" that they were, Uicy made ihelr
profit* not out of dividends, hut out of
•Ida scheme* that absorbed aboui
two-thirds of the earnings of the
Truat, and out of gambling In ita
bond*, and atocka. I auld la oonclu
alon:
"Tha largest owner of tha atock la
Walter Q. Kdrouuda, of Chlcngo—nn
honest man. Bend your voting proxies
to him. and ho can lake tha Toxtlie
company away from those now plun
daring it."
Aa the annual election of the Truat
waa only alx weeks away. UmtUoti
and hla cllquo were In a panic. They
ruahed Into the market and bought
frantically, tha public bidding against
them. Lnngdou himself went to Chi-
cago to reaaon with tidinund*—that
la, to try to And out at what figure
ha could bo bought. And ao on, day
after day, I faithfully reporting to
tho public tho main occurrence* be-
hind the acenea. The Langdon at-
tempt to regain control by purchasos
of atock railed. Ho and hla allies
made what rnuat have been to them
appalling saorlflces: but even at the
high prlcea they offered, comparative-
ly little of the stock appeared.
"I've caught them." said I to Joe—
the first time, and the last, during
that campaign that I Indulged In a
boast
"If Edmunds atlcka to you," re-
plied cautloua Joe.
But Edmunds did not I do not
know at what price he sold him-
self. Probably It waa pitifully small;
cupidity usually anatchea the lnatant
bait ticldea Ita nose. But I do know
that my faith In human nature got Ita
severeat shock.
Fortunately, Edmunds had held out.
or, rather, Langdon had delayed ap-
proaching him, long enough for me to
gain my main point. The uproar over
the Textile Trust had become so great
that the national department of com-
merce dared not refuse an Investiga-
tion; and I straightway began to
spread out in my dally letters the
facts of the trust's enormous earnings
and of the shameful sources ot those
earnings.
In the midst of the adulation. of
the blares upon the trumpets, of fame
that saluted my waking and were
wafted to me as I fell asl&p at night
—In the midst of all the turmoil, I was
often In a great and brooding silence,
longing for her, now with the im-
perious energy of passion, and now
with the sad ache of love. What was
she doing? What waa she thinking.
Now that Langdon had again played
her false for the old price, with what
eyes was ahe looking into the future?
Alva, settled In a West Side apart
ment not far from the ancestral white
elephant, telephoned, asking me
come. I went, because she could and
would give me news of Anita. But aa
I entered her little drawing-room,
said: "It was curiosity that brought
me. I wished to see how you were In-
stalled."
"Isn't It nice and small?' cried ahe.
"Billy and I haven't the slightest dlffl
culty In finding each other—as people
ao often have In the big houses." And
It waa Billy this and Billy that, and
what Billy said and thought and felt—
and before they were married, ahe had
called him William, and had declared
"Billy" to be the most offensive com
blnatlon of lettera that ever fell from
human lips.
"I needn't ask if you are happy,"
said I presently, with a dismal failure
at looking cheerful. "I can't stay but
a moment" I added, and If I had
obeyed my feelings. I'd have risen up
and taken myself and my pain away
from surroundings as hateful to me
'VttBCSZ COTWYK/
win. My long, steady at retch In that
aiealthy and sinuous company had put
inn In the state of mind In which It Is
Impossible to credit any human being
with a motive that Is decent or an ac-
tion that Is not a dead-fall. Thus the
obvious trn(information In her made
no Improfalon on me. Iler hnughll-
ness, her coldneas. were gone, and
with them had gone all that had been
least Ilk* her natural self, moat like
the repellent conventional pattern to
which her mother and her asaaclatea
had molded her. Hut 1 was saying to
tuyaelf: "A trap! langdon has gone
back to hla wife, she turns to me."
And I loved her and hated her.
Never," thought I. "has she shown
*o poor an opinion of me as now."
"My uncle told me day before yes-
terday that It was not he but you."
she said, lifting her eyes to mine. It
Is Inconceivable to me now that 1
could hav« mUroad thuir honest story;
yet 1 did.
"I had no idea your uncle's notion
of honor waa also occontrlc," said 1,
with a satirical Ntnlle that made the
blood rush to hor facet
"That Is unjust to him," she re-
plied. earnestly.
"He says be made you no promise of
secrecy. And he confessed to me only I said, stretching out her long, slender
*. ike earn* into Ike n*m tad
«st*d here*if. "Won't yon alon.
plena*, fur a moment long err
aaid- "I hop* thai, at, J«**t. we can
pari without bitieraaea. I understand
now I hat avery thing Is over between
ua A woman a vanity make* her bo-
ll"* that a man tares for her die hard.
I am eonvinrtd no*—I aaaur* you.
am. I shall trouble you no more
ab<mt the past. Hut I have ill* right
to ask you t>« hear me when I say that
Uugdon came, and that I myself sent
him away; sent him Inu-k lo his wife,"
"Touching self sacrifice," aaid
Ironically.
No." she replied. "I cannot claim
any credit. I sent him •• ay oniy be
cause you and Alva bad taught m* how
to Judge kirn bettor. I do not deaplse
him aa do you; | know too well what
hae made biiu what he is. Hut I bad
to aend him away."
My comment waa aa Incredulous
look and ahrug. "1 must be going,'
aald.
"You do not believe m*r ah* naked
"In my place, would you believe?"
replied I. "You aay I have taught you.
Well, you have taught me, too—for In'
stance, that the yeara you've apent on
your knees In the musty temple of
conventionality before false xoda have
made you—(It only for the Langdon
aort of (biug. You can't learn how to
stand erect, and your eyea cannot bear
the light/
"I am aorry," ahe said, slowly, hesl
tatlncly. "that your faith In me died
Just when 1 might, perhape, have Justi-
fied It. Oura has been a pitiful aeries
of misunderstandings."
"A trap! A trap!" I was warning
myself. "You've boon a fool long
enough. Hlacklock." And aloud I said:
"Well. Anita, the series Is ended now.
There's no longer any occasion for our
lying or poalng to each other. Any ar-
rangcnienta your uncle's lawyera sug-
gest will b* made."
I was bowing, to leave without
shaking bands with her. But ahe
would not have It ao. "Pleaae!" ahe
because he wished to con* Ince mc
that he had goo<] reason for Ms high
opinion of you."
"Really!" aald I, Ironically. "And
no doubt he found yeu open wide to
conviction—now." Thla a aubtlety to
arm and offering me her hand.
What a devil possessed me that day!
With every atom of me longing for her,
I yet wus able to take her band and
aay, with a amlle, that waa, I doubt
not, aa mocking aa my tone: "By all
aa a summer sunrise in a deathxham-
ber.
!"**«he exclaimed, 1 some con-
■Then excuse fcc;' , And ahe
hastened from the room.
I thought she bad gone to order, or
perhaps to bring, the tea. The long
minutes dragged away until ten had
passed. Hearing a rustling In the hall,
,l,foae, Intending to take leavo the in
stant she appeared. The' rustling
stopped Just outside. I watted a fe*
'seconds, cried: '"Well, rm offy Next
time I wanC to be alone, I'll fcnoW
where to come," and advanced to the
door. Jt irks not Alva hesitating
there; It wa* Anita.
'' -l beg yoitr pardon," said t. coldly.
If (here had been room to . paaa I
should have gone. What devil pos«
sessed me? Certainly In all our rela-
tione ! Had found her direct and frktftr,
if anything, too frank. Doubtless it
wan th* influence of my associatii
down to* % where for so maay
I had been dealing with the "short-
card" crowd of high finance, who
would hardly play the game straight
eva* when that was th* easy way to
DEBT
CHARLES
"The •* *•' nf eeuFM. controlled
diroetly, or indir* <iy, hut a (aw of
(h* n*wapnp*r* with hick I had ad>
vwrtumg contract*. They nl*o co*
trolled I he main source* tkrougk
which (he pre** w«* supplied wllb
now* a.,a often and well itiey had
ea*d this control, and surprisingly
MUiioug bail lAey been not ao to
abus* It that tb* editors and the pub.
lie Would become suspicious. Whe« I
my war was at its height, when I woe itfoprnshi. br Daily Story pun. c*>
£?"JS!? I!! th*l\ A* • «"«. •"> •• ••" « l her
tb# bug* of Tb* Huvuo I tfiltotjffc, || I tfiihyi)*, ||( Ml by I Clay,
*^ empty almost t« lb* point nl ma, .|«ne with her d*nd husband.
which (h«y must u* for peace on my Hours had passed sine* ahe had dis-
own terms, all la four day* « of my niitsed tb* few .kindly Intention*!
«7 newspnpers—and they (he most im- rMxhbors who*.. «vlces sbs did aot
portant—notified me .hat they would ws,u .nd du^xToThours noTi
eSbluTm^ Jt 'Mm 01 b*r 'a"' "ad
their reaaoa atit thi resl one felr T'*U' "0t * CbM«* ' over
their reason, not th* real one, fear of | ,^111,1 i>M ^ uny
Th* Heven.f but fenr that I would
Involve them to ruinous libel suits. I
who bsd legal proof for every atn(
ment I made; | who was nlways car#>
ful to understn(e! Next, one press
asaoclatlon after another ceased lo
aend out my letter aa news, though
the beautiful, pallid face.
parlor, shabby and bare, was but dim-
ly lighted. An Incomer could hnve
lieen nt first sensible only of the dark.
n«s*; but, aa sight adapted itself to
the Interior twlllxht. he would hnv*
been bold lnde*d not to have shrunk
Phil Clayton waa burl*d. and th*
widow's fl*rc* prjiyers went up en*
ceaalnsly to wkn(*v*r power of dnrfr
neon sk* bed com* (o look for nld la
her revenge.
One day on a little table beelde bar
lay an op*n letter, nt which she
glsnced from lime to Urn*, as If tur
Ing Its contents over and over in her
wind. It waa a proposal of marring*
from Nell lilack. It* recaption kad
occasioned her no shock; the Instnnt
she had comprehended It* Import bar
mind hnd clutched at It as a possible
Means to her desire, but as y«t sb*
hnd found no light Hh« pntl*ntly
senu out my leiier as news, inougn , ... , "7" , —' """" "" «"•« iwuoqny
they had been doing so regulnrly for iuw %i.!!7!SmJ. VSi! '° *d,pt u ,0 ® ryonle
months. The public had grown tired Sl.t^-J "Dl,,U,r ,,Uler 01 ber I knt tried to sbaite Itself In
of the "sensation." they aaid. J?.. ™ « . t,*r tbou"h,,; • «> «<*y she rose up
2; ~ s "i"" *"*u mk "• ■" ^
lawn In Ik. VdIM HSHi °!unHu rthrm U^wt! ~ukl *wbl-b .im
wires between the tru(h and the pub- pleading, offering h«r aoul In ex-
!rrot>h me'dlroct and f'wu/send l?llt ' ,or tm'an" of ■*«"*''>« that
^l,wl,h' 11 hld wailed ysrs to do
h.w. .r«^ K' bul her*« "l ,Mt- Fh,,, ' Clayton Iny
streysrrtsrrs -r
an Injunction. It waa obeyed In typi- ,h l h f* y ,W..
s.'gL"1arss ^^2rio5roiiyt
aent my matter, but so garbled that It | leirB that |)le kn<)W not wbat tapp|.
r.ess was until Phil Clayton enme woo-
ing? It seamed but yesterdsy. nnd
yst (he IS years were like unto aa
many canturlea of torture nnd agony.
waa unintelligible. 1 appealed to th*
To me, It waa clear as sun In cloud*
leas noondny sky (hnt there could be
but one result of this insolent and 1 ..... . . .
despotic denial of my rights and the "r£nt ber
rlghta of the people, this public con-1 ,n tho,e halcyon d4JrB- where
fesaion of the truth of my charges.
there waa a man who Inld hla two
termed love. Her hatred wna such
that ahe could accept hi* wooing with-
out a tremor of repugnance, sitting
calmly by nnd reading him coldly,
considering cnrcfully his every word
and every movement.
Bitting nnd brooding In the sbnbby
pnrlor one afternoon. Sibyl fell into n
slumber; but even then she wnn con-
scious of prsylng. praying, praying
that the way to vengeance be shown
her. And ns she slept, auddenly there
enme to her n vision.
First, the long, waving locks of her
hair became unbound and fell about
her. n mntchless mantle of gold, t
the floor; then, one by one, her gar-
ntenta dissolved away, and her body,
like a flawless Image of mnrble.
turned everything salable or mort- *y.®* " *d.' I «'««med In the dim light She knw
gageable Into cash, locked the cash up
in my private vaults, and waited for
the cataclyam.
Thuraday—Friday—Saturday. Ap-
parently all waa tranquil; apparently
the people accepted the Wall street
theory that I was an "exploded sensa-
tion." "The Seven" began to preen
ttK-mselvea; the atraln upon them to
maintain prices, If no less than for
mlrer; where ahe beatowed the merest
illsnce In return, s lover. She hsd
more tbnn glanced at Phil. Indeed,
her eyes had become haiy while look-
ing Into hla; they presently fell from
befofe his srdent look; a rich tide of
color mounted to her cheeks, and from
that moment ahe was his. body and
soul. There were times when she re-
garded her paaalon for Phil Clayton
that her eyea wore ahut and that she
was Incapable of any sound or motion,
yet It waa as If she were nw'nk* and
another Individual watching all these
strange things happen to herself.
After awhile a vague, black figure be-
gan to take shape before her. Its
bead—if It possessed one—was shroud-
ed In a sable robj, that hid every out>
line; but she waa conscious of a pow-
v*. 111 1'I.VCB, II uu inn nwu lur , . , " • ""<• cucsciOUS HI a pow-
three months past, was not notably . . * " .r* '° w"d,> SraP' erful personality, calmly, quietly r*-
greater; the crisis would pass. I and I P u ^
nty exposures would be forgotten, the r1® conque,t had not been one-
routine of reaping the harvests and . B«y..mean"' f loved
leaving only the gleanings for the f th *!' tbe Brdor that his deep
sowers would soon be placidly re- nat"re, ™d her wonderful beauty
sumed. could Inspire.
Sunday. Roebuck, taken 111 as he Nel1 Blacb h"d loved her, too. how-
was passing the basket in the church ever-so vehemently and selfishly that
of which he was the shining light, died had devoted his life to revenging
midnight—a beautiful, peaceful hlm"elf ,up°n tbe successful'rival The
death, they say, with his daughter I *.° ® threat still rang In Sibyl
reading the Bible aloud, and his Hps
moving In prayer. Some hold that,
had he lived, the tranquility would
have continued; but this is thb view of
those who cannot realize that the tide
of affairs is no more controlled by the
"great men" than Is the river led down
to the sea by its surface flotsam, by
which we measure the speed and di-
rection of Its current. Under that ter-
rific tension, which to the shallow
seemed a calm, something had to
give way. If the dam had not yielded
where Roebuck stood guard, It must
have yielded somewhere else, or might
have gone all in one grand crash.
Clayton's ears. He had spoken with a
deadly quiet that made her turn swift-
ly to shield her lover with her own
body; but Nell Black had merely
laughed at her, and as he laughed she
had shivered.
"Mark me well, Clayton"—the words
now Btarted out from the tumult of
her brain with the suddenness of a
cry—"you have taken from me the one
thing I have desired above the whole
world. You know I am ambitious for
wealth and power; that I crave the
good things of life and enjoy them;
that I have won everything upon
which I have set my heart. I would
toss them all away for that woman—
garding her, and. too. It seemed
weighed down with an Infinite sad-
ness. Presently a hand stretched fortb
and touched her above the heart and
she shrank back with a shriek. Th*
touch burned her flesh like hot iron.
Then she swoke, to find herself
clothed, although her beautiful hair
was really unbound, and the apot
above her heart still burned. Aa she
essayed to rise, she fell fainting to the
floor.
When consciousness came again te
Sibyl Clayton she knew that she wan
a sick woman. It was an effort for
her to make her way to the old fam-
ily physician—a specialist of renown—
but she was driven on by desperation.
Was revenge to be taken from her be-
fore she had even planned a single
blow?
She showed him the spot above her
heart—where the finger had touched
her—and in solemn tones the great
physician pronounced her doom. Sh*
never knew how she found her wny
back to the little parlor.
In a week Sibyl Clayton and Nell
Monday. You know the story of the
artist and his Statue of Grief—how he aye- even Mfe In exchange for a ""u """
molded the features a hundred times. -vear wlth her. with or without her , ™ ° Jb® montb8 "I**-
always failing, always getting an antl- love—and do you think that I will 1 hnnnJ? .u^qu!6? /
climax, until at last in despair he gav* 8tand idly by and see her plucked ! e,* ?^ wonderfully
up the Impossible and finished the
statue with a veil over the face. l|
have tried again and again to assem-
ble words that would give some notl
from me?" And here again he had
laughed that terrible laugh. "You
were born with wealth. Clayton; so
was she. But I fought a bitter flght
too Inadequate impression of that tre-1 for mine, .and I mean to 1^ cheated of
mendous week in which, with a succes-1 nothing.
"'YOU DO NOT BELIEVE MEr SHE
why
ASKED."
let her know that I undertsood
she was seeking me.
"iio," she answered, lowering her
eyes. "I knew—better than he."
For an instant this, spoken In a
voice I had long given up hope of ever
hearing from Ser, staggered my cyn-
ical conviction. But—"Possibly she
thinks she Is sincere," reasoned my
hesd with my heart; "even the sheer-
est women, brought up ns was she, al-
ways have the calculator underneath;
they deny It, they don't know it often,
but there it 16; with them, calculation
Is at involuntary and automatic is
their pulse." So, I Bald to her, mock-
ingly: "Doubtless your opinion of me
has been Improving steadily ever since
you heard that Mrs. Langdon had re-
covered her husband."
She winced, as If I had struck her.
'Oh!" she murmured: If she had been
the ordinary woman, who In every
crisis with man -instinctively resorts
to weakness' strongest weakness,
tears, I might have a different story to
tell. But she fought back the tears
in which her eyes were swimming and
gathered herself together. "That is
brutal," she said, with not a touch of
haughtiness, but not humbly, either.
"But I deserve it."
"There was a time," I went on.
swept la a swift current of cold rage,
there was a time when I would have
taken you on almost any terms. A
man never makes a complete fool of
himself about a woman but once In
hla life, they say. I have done my
stretch—and It is over."
She sighed wearily. "Langdon came
to tee me soon after I left your house,
and went to my uncle." she said. "I
rill tell you what happened."
4I do not wish to hear," replied I.
adding pointedly] "1 have been waiting
ever since you left for news of your
plans."
She grew white, snd my bewt saoto
means let us be friends. And I trust
you will not think me discourteous If I
say that I shall feel safer in our
friendship when we are both on
neutral ground."
As I was turning away, her look, my
own heart, made me turn again. I
caught her by the shoulders. I gazed
into her eyes. "If I could only trust
you, could only believe you!" I cried.
"You cared for me when I wasn't
worth it," she said. "Now that I am
more like what you once Imagined me,
you do not care."
Up between us rose Langdon's face
-•cynical, mocking, contemptuous.
"Your heart is his! You told me so!
Don't lie to me!" I exclaimed. And
before she could reply, I waa gone.
Out from under the spell of her
presence, back among the tricksters
and assassins, the traps and ambushes
of Wall street, I believed again; be-
lieved firmly the promptings of the
devil tljat possessed me. "She would
h«ve given you a brief fool's paradise,
said that devil. "Then what a hideous
awakening!" And I cursed the day
when New York's Insidious snobbish-
ness had tempted my vanity Into start-
ing me on that degrading chase after
"respectability."
"If she does not moVfe to free her-
self soon." said I to myself. "I will
put my own lawyer to work. My right
eye offends me. I will pluck it out."
CHAPTER XXXIII.
"WILD WEEK."
"The Seven" made their fatal move
on Updegraff's advice, I suspect. But
they would not have adopted his sug-
gestion had It not been so exactly
congenial to their own temper of ar-
rogance and tyranny and contempt for
the people who meekly, year after
year, presented themselves for the th*
shearing with fatuous bleats of «n-
sion of explosions, each like the crack
of doom, the financial structure that
housed 89,000,000 of people burst, col-
lapsed, was engulfed. I cannot. I
"Now hear me: I am going to devote
every minute of my life to make of
yours a blackened wilderness—to
change the sweet fruit of your love to
must leave it to your memory or your ashes upon your lips; I am going to
imagination. Pit my strength against yours—my
For years the financial leaders, wealth, my brain, against your wealth
erased by the excess of power which and your brain—until you curse the
the people had in ignorance and over- day that you were bom." Then he
confidence and slovenly good-nature had bowed low and left them,
permitted them to acquire, had been And how well had Neil Black sue-
tearing out the honest foundations on ceeded! Every undertaking of her
which alone so vast a structure can husband's had brought him only loss,
hope to rest solid and secure. They He had not been a man to shrink from
had been substituting rotten beams such a challenge—nay, he had even
painted' to look like stone and Iron, laughed nt It; but the time soon came
The crash had to come! the sooner, when he had to buckle on his armor
the better-when a thing Is wrong, in grim earnest, only to behold lance
each day's delay compounds the cost after lance broken against the Impreg-
of righting It So, with all the horrors | nable front of his enemy, while that
of "Wild Week" In mind, all Its phys-
leal and mental suffering, all Its ruin
and rioting and bloodshel, I still can
insist that I am Justly proud of my
share In bringing it about. The blame
and the shame are wholly upon those
who made "Wild Week" necessary and
Inevitable.
In catastrophes, the cry Is "Each for
himself!" But in a cataclysm, th*
obvious wise selfishness is generosity,
and the cry is: "Stand together, for,
singly, we perish." This was a cata-
clysm. No one could save himself,
except the few who, taking my often-
urged advice and following my exam-
ple, had entered the ark of ready
money. Farmer and artisan and pro-
fessional man and laborer owed mer-
chant; merchant owed banker; banker
owed depositor. No one could pay be-
cause no one could get what was due
him or could realize upon his property.
The endless chain of credit that binds
together the whole of modern society
had snapped In a thousand places. It
must be repaired. Instantly and se-
curely. But how—and by whom?
(To b* Continued.)
Life to like se* water; It never gets
quite awe* until it is drawn up into
akhter.
enemy's web encompassed him closer
snd closer with the passing years. One
night Philip and Sibyl Clayton looked
into each other'a eyes and silently
read therein the ruin that was theirs.
But that was not all. As the Clay
ton fortunes dwindled, as each suc-
ceeding enterprise met failure and
disaster. Neil Black had waxed and
grown greater until he was a man to
be reckoned with in the world. He
held many invisible but powerful
strings in his hands, and at the end of
each was a puppet that danced as its
master palled its own particular
string. Some of the puppets were In
humble walks of life, some in high;
some were among great corporations,
and a few even on the bench. They
numbered legialatorn and senators,
ward-heelers and mayors, but one and
all danced obediently when he pulled
the strings. And so, with a bit of art-
ful preparation, the aligning of a few
innocent appearing circumstances. It
had been an easy matter to fasten a
crime upon Philip Clayton and break
his proud spirit He had been hum-
bled to the dust his heart broken.
Such was the past that Sibyl Clay-
ton looked back upon as she sat alone
with her dead husband. What of the
future?
changed. Except for the unnatural
thread of scarlet marking her lips her
face was as pallid as a lily, and her
sapphire, eyes still glowed like two
stars. Every morning, while her hua-
band slept, she bared his breast and
searched it with the fierce hunger of
a wolf.
One morning she found what sh*
sought and silently she fell forward
and buried her teeth in his throat
With a curse he threw her from him
and. half awake, sprang from the bed.
She laughed and wiped the blood from
her lips.
"God. woman!" he cried, catching
the light In her eyes, "are you madf*
She studied him a moment as h*
stood clawing at his throat and then
pointed to a chair.
"Sit there," she said, quietly, "nnd
see If you can find any comfort in
the thought of my being mad—after
you have heard what I have to say."
She lay her heart bare before him,
while he Bat helpless and fascinated;
the deadly hatred for him that I
there, and told of the vision.
See, Neil Black—here is the spot
upon my breast, look at your own.
Think of the good things of this life
and what they mean to you. and then
look into the future and behold how
hideous a specter stares you In th*
face. Neil Black, you cursed leper!-—
my husband, my lover, Is avenged!"
With a sudden movement she pot a
hand to her mouth, and he heard tb*
crunching of glass between her teeth.
The man was helpless to move. He
could only sit horrrified, staring
her with glassy eyes, and In a moi
a little cry escaped her and sh* 1
motionless to the floor. #
But the man, from that Instant, 1
the nerve to follow the example art by
her. He could only live on and 1
the hell she had made for Mm
Easy.
"Why do you want n divorcer
asked tha judge. "Does your husband
beat you?"
"No; but he's always complaintos
that Tm not as good a hoasekenpnr
as his first wife was. and It vm tar
cooking that gav* him dyspepsia."
"Yon win"—Chicago * —-
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