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THE WOMAN THOU
GAVEST ME b IAL cane
The Greatest Story nk the Twenticth Century
Copyright, 1912, by Hearst's Magazine. |
Copyright, 1613, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great nAritain. Copyright,
1213 by J. B Lippincott Company. !
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Eightieth Chapter—Continued.
My father, who was reported to
have recelved the news of my de
parture in a way that suggested he
had lost control of his senses (raging
and storming at my husband like a
man demented), having come to the
conclusion that I, being In a physical
condition pecullar to women, had re
ceived a serlous shock resulting In a
loge of memory, offered five hundred
pounds reward for infermation thai
would lead to my discovery, which
was not only desirable to allay the
disiresa of my heartbroken family,
but urgently necessary to settle im
portant questions of title and inher
itance.
With this offer of a reward came a
description of my personal appear
ance:
Age 200 a little under medium |
height; slight; very black balr;
lustrous dark eves; regular fes
tures; pale face: grave expres
sion; unusually sunny mile.
1t would be imuossible for me to
€ay with what periurbation I heard
these reports read out by the old colo
nel and the old clergyman. KEven the
neryvous stirring of my spoon and the
agittted clatter of my knife and fork
made me wonder that my house
mates did het realize the truth, which
must, 1 thought, be plainly evident to
all eves,
They never did, being so utterly
immersed in their own theories. But
all the game | sometimes felt as if
my fellow guests in that dingy house
in Bloomsbury were my jJjudges and
jury, and more thian once, in my great
agitation when the reportg came near
the truth, [ wanted to ery, “Stop, stop,
don't you see it js 177 2
That I never did so wag due to the
fact that not knowing what legal
powers my fatiter might have to com
pel my return to Ellan, the terron,
that sat on e like a nightmare was
that of being made the subject of o
public quarrel between my father
and my husband, concerning the le
gitimacy of my unborn child, with the
shame and disgrace which that would
bring, not only upon me, but upon |
Martin. ]
Day by day the motive of my dis
appearance pecams the sole topic ~I‘l
conversation in our boarding house. 1
think the landlady must have provid
e ur eventine ag well a 8 a morning
paper, for at tea in the drawing room
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upstairs the most recent reports were
always being discusged
After a while | realized that not
only my housemaies, but all London,
was discussing my disappearance,
It was a rule of our hoarding house
that during certa‘n hours of the day
evaryhody should go out as if he had
business to go to, and having nothing
else 1o do, [ used to walk up and down
the streets, In doing so, | was com
pelled to pass certain news vendors'
stalle, and | saw for several days that
nearly every plascard had something
about “the missing peerese”
When this occurred 1T would walk
guickly along the thorougnfare with a
sense of being pursued and the feel
ing which a nervous woman has when
che i wolng Jdown a dark corridor at
night —that noiseless footsteps are
coming hehind, ard a hand may at
any moment be lald on her shoulder.
But nobody troubled me in the
streets, and the only person in our
boarding house who seemed to sus
pect me was our landlady. She said
nothing, but wien my !p was gquiver
inge while the ald colonel read that
crnel word about Martin I caught her
lit le grev eves leoking aslant at me.
One afternoon her sister. the milli
ner, came to see me, acrording to her
promise, and, though she, too, sald
nothing, 1 saw that while the old cold
nel and the old clergyman were dis
puting on the hearth rug about some
disappearance which eceurred thon
sands of vears ago, she was looking
fixedly at the fingers with which, ia
myv nervousness, | was ruckling v¢p
the discolored chintz of myv chalr,
Then in a moment—l[ don’t know
why--it flashed upon me that my
traveling companfon was in corre
gpondence with my father
That idea became so insistent to
ward dinner time that I made pre
tense of being ill (which was not
very difficult) to retire to my room.
whera the cockney <¢hambermalid
wrung handkerchiefs out of vinegar
and laid them on my forehead to re
lieve my headache —though she in
ereased It, poor thing, by talking per
petually.
Next morning the landiady came up
to say that If, as she assumed from
mye name, 1 was Irish and a Catholle,
1 might like to receive a visit from a
Qister of Mercy who ' called at the
house at intervals to attend to the
sick.
[ thought | saw in a moment that
this was a subterfuge, but, feeling
that my identity was suspected, 1
dared not give cause for further sus
picion. so’l compelled myself to agre>.
A few minutes later, having got up
and dressed, I was standing with my
back to the window, feellng like one
who would soon have to face an at
tack, when a soft footstep came up
my corridor, and a gentle hand
knocked at my door,
“Come in.” 1 cried, trembling like
the last leaf at the end of a swinging
bough.
Aud then an astonishing thing hap
pened.
A voung woman stepped aquletly
into the room and closed the door he
hind her. She was wearing the black
and white habit of the Little Sisters
of the Poor. but 1 knew her long, pale,
plain-featured face in an instant.
A flood of shame, and at the same
time a flood of joy swept over me il
the gight of her.
1t was Mildred Bankes
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BEighty-first Chapter.
¢ ARY.,” sald Mildred, “speak
l\ low and tell me every
thing.”
She gat in my chair, 1 knelt by her
side. took one of her hands in hoth of
mine and teld her
I told her that [ had fied from my
hushand’s house because | could not
bear to remain there any longer,
1 told her that my father had mar
ried me against my will, in spite of
my protests when 1 was a ¢hild. and
did not know that 1 had any right io
resist him.
1 told her that my father —God for
give me it 1 did him a wrong! - did
not love me;: that he had sacrificed
my habppiness to his lust of power, and
that he were seavrohing far me
‘ was only because my absence
isturbed hiis plans and hurt his pride
1 told her that my husband did not
love me, either, and that he had mar
riedd me from the basest motives,
metelyv 1o pay hie debts and secure an
NnCame
I told her, too, that not only dld myv
| husband not love me, bu* he loved
‘somebody else; that he had been crae!
and brutal to me, and, therefore (for
these and other reasons), 1 could not
return 1o him under any elreum
stances
i White 1 was speaking 1 felt Mil
dred's hand twitching between ming
and wihen 1 had finished she said
‘PBut; my dear child, they told me
vour friends were bhroken-hearted
jabout yvou: that you had lost your
y memory and perhapp your reason, an:d
therefore it would be a good act to
help them to send vou home.'
It's not true; t's not true,” I sald
And then in a jJow volee, as if atraid
of being overheard, she told me how
slie came to be thevre that the woman
who had traveled with me in the train
from Lliverpool seeing my tathers
foffer of a peward, had written to him
to sav that she knew where 1 was and
in,"’.\ needed soamebody to establish
|my ldentity; that my father wished
ito came to London for this purpose,
but had been forbidden by his doctor;
hat our irist priest, Pather Dono
Vi had voelunteered o ame e
‘ had been prohibited by his
hoy ind finally that my father
id written to is dawyers In lLon
G, i ather Dan to her, knowing
8 ghie and | had been (ogeiner at
Sacred Heart in Rome, and that it
v ¢ Wl HoOW 10 look after ust
o 1 them mafely back to
{ \ W o lawver and the do
it ire ownstalrs,” she mald in 4
Wiilsbed nd they are only walting
for me to say who vou are that the
may ang Tar an opral to sepd vo
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Lt forve ippeal to Mildred o
| save 1
MOn, SAVE me. save m
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CHAPTER IV.
ANS locked at Gretchen's por
trait on the masgazine cover
ard tnrned his face away 80
quickly that the two scandalized
peasant women could not se the flery
red that crept up from bare throat to
forehead. In addition to their rustic
simplicity and peasant prudishness,
Hans' bosom held a heart of virgin
purity and delicacy of feeling.
But not for a moment did he fancy
that any change In Gretchen's char
aoter was reflected in this bold and
glaring portrayal of her charms—
not vet. It was simp!y a forecast nf‘
worldliness and loss of delicacy that
must not be allowed to proceed any
further.
“Oh, Hans,” wailed Mother Krug,
“she has disgraced us all. How can
I ook our good neighbors in the face
again?” ]
“We will destroy this indecent |
book.” satd Mother Schmidt, snateh- |
ing the magazine out of Hans' hand. |
‘Nosone bt ourselves shall see it.” i
Phere are others like it,” sald
Hans, who was now ahle to control
hiz embarrassment YRgtb 1t I 8 nul;
the picture that matters—it is our|
Gretchen herself ?
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“Aother,"” added the bhoy-—who was
now as tall ax a man-‘"Gretchen
needs me. 1 shall go to her.”
Her Triumph.
“Yes, ves' asserted Gretchen's
mother, eageriv. “Tell her how she
has disgraced us. Tell her to avoid
such unseemly exposures of her
shoulders hefore it is too late and
Satan has her in his power!”
“(io, my son,” said Mother Schmidt,
“1 will get a lad from the village to
tend the sheep.”
Hans vent and put on his Sunday
trousers, and with their baggy folds
Happing abyut the tops of his wooden
shoes departed across the flelds to- |
wird the great city whither his love
and solicitude tor Gretchen drew him
ke a compelling hand.
In the great theater managed by
Director Zimmer all was hurry and
bustle in preparation for “Mlle.
Uratchen's” first public appearance in
imsterdam following her return from
her triumphal tour abroad. l
The fat little ballet master wasg re
hearsing half a hundred corvphees in
the figures of a new ballet of which,
Gretchen, as preniiere, wuas ta be l'l!“‘
central figure In their fluffy short
skirts and white fdeshings with arms
and ghoulders hare, they thronged the
dressing rooms and corridor leading |
from the director's oMce to the stage. |
And into their midst blundered
Hans, the shepherd boy, in his flap.
Wng trousers ad wooden sloes |
A plump coryphee with bulging
calves took plty o 1 the blushing
youth, But she couldn’t help laugh- |
ing in his face and asking: "How are
the shean?
A lad from the vilage s caring for
hem (o my absence sl Hans, se
riously “1 am here to see my old
plavmate, Gretchen, She needs me.”
’ At that the plump coryphee laughed
again
‘| You ape wrog s ftie shep.
’il. adds a certain spice of its own
which is very, very sweet, perhaps
because it is often 8o very, Vvery
naughty. But | do think that very
frequently the charming girl misses
entirely that happy faculty of step
ping gracefully into middle age. One
of the chief reasons for this is the
late age that most girls are adopting
for marrying. They wait because they
are afraid of missing a good time, and
it is quite true that each yvear of
waiting brings its accompanving de
sire for some one different, and then
if that some one doesn’'t put in an
appearance, what then? Perhaps the
girl never marrieg, in waiting for an
ideal man who probably would never
Lave come up to her expectations in
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el < e his book. '’ said Hans' mother.
““We will destroy thi i
herd,” she sa!d. “Our premiere de
ballet no longer needs anvone. She
has ‘arrived,’ as the French say. She
is the star, the whole thing. She no
longer rehearses with us—except just
once, for a few minutes, on the day
of her performance Does Mile,
Gretchen need anvone? Ha, ha, ha'!”
And the plump coryphee shook with
laughter.
“GGretchen needs me," persisted
Hans., “I am her old playmate, ;mrl/--i
and—something has happened-——"
The ioud thumping of the hu}lo:"
master's stick was heard summoning |
the girls to the stage. {
“You will have to see Scipio,” said
the plump one over her bare shr\mxiwri
as she hurrled away; “the colored boy |
{n the director's ante-room.” |
An Hans made known his business |
to Scipto, the door of the director's
room opened for an instant and the!
boy heard a peal of merry laughter in
A voice that made his heart miss seve
eral beats, It was Gretchen's voice,
She Is Annoyed. |
“tlave a seat on the bench” said
the colored boy
Scipio brought a pad of paper and
a pencil, telling Haps that he would
have to put his request in writing.
Hans sat down an the bench and
wondered what he should say in a
note to Gretehen, With pad and pen.
ell in his hands, he gave the matter
deep thourht,
In the director's office Gretthen,
fovely in fashlonabie afternoon Cos
tume, was enjoying u visit from Myn.
heer John Noot, the financier, and i
middle-aged crony who shared his
enthusiasm for ballooning and far
pretty women of the stage.
A balloan race wak fixed for it
any way, even if she had met him.
She has passed by love itself with un
seeing eves, and in time—and not a
very great length of time either—she
develops into a female cynic!
“I have heard people say that girls
of to-day are often too undeveloped
mentally to undertake the problems
of marriage at an early age. This is
a remark voicing the spirit of the
age, the shirking of responsibility,
and is utterly absurd. Owur fathers
and mothers were all married at an
age that we would put down as too
youthful to even think about such a
thing. But theyv didn't make the mis
takes that we are making to-day, and
their courtships had all of the sweet
ness of true romance, while ours
seem to be based on a practical foun
in the afternoon, and Mynheer Noont
and his friend were begging Gretchen
to accompany them to the avlatlon\
field in their large touring car, whlch{
was walting before the door of the,
theater.
Both gentlemen were dressed In the
height of the fashion. They had‘
bowed low over Gretchen's hand and
kissed 1t with all the respect due to :\!
;llum'l‘, Gretchen had long since 'm--l
‘m'me used (0 these extravagant cour
tesies from gentlemen of fashion and
‘h-isur.-. She had acquired, too, all the
!littlu mannesans of speech and ges
'mra which muke great ladles of the
fashionable world and of the stage so
!muuh alike. She was, in fact, revelmg‘
in the incenses which rewarded hm‘i
celebrity everywhere, |
It must be confessed, also, that
Gretchen was permitting herself to
enjoy a few moments of coquetting
with the financier and his friend.
“Ah, I would soo love to accept your
invitation,” she said; “only I should
be frightened to death”
Frightened?” echoed Mynheer Noot,
| “Frightened?” re-echoed his friend.
I“\\“.\: is there in a balloon ascen:
sfon to frighten anyone?"
i “Why,! sald Gretchen, with o
{charming little shiver, “the bare
fthought of a fellow bheing floating
i helpless upon the air so far above the
|vurth mukes my blood run cold.”
I “Not the sligntest danger, 1 assure
Pyvon” replied the financier. It is im
".n_\~|3\3|< for the balloon to fall, Even
twhen the gas condenses in the low
temperature of a great height, the
descent is =0 slow and gradual as to
be almost impercentible.”
“But,” persisted the danseuse, "sup.
jore 4 storm stould come up, and
dation with no room for foolishness
or anything of the kind. A girl
should be married at an early age.
and her years of development after
marriage are the most limportant
vears of her life. By an early age,
however, I don't mean foolishly
voung, but don’'t form an ideal and
then expect the man you marry to
fulfll all yvour expectations, There
are no ideal men, because every man
is full of faults, just as every girl is.
There are, however, ideals that every
man and woman cherish "and “try to
live up to; without them this world
would be a dull and dreary place.
Have as many ideals as you can con
veniently manage, and when the
right man comes along tell him all
about them; perhaps yvou will find
lightning should strike the balloon ani
set it on fire—"
“One chance in a million—almost
upheard of”’ said Mynheer Noot.
“Really—-"
At this moment Scipio entered with
a note for Mlle. Gretchen,
“Will vou excuse me?” she said to
her visitors, with an affectation of
impatience quite in the atmosphere of
Gretchen's present life.
The gentlemen bowed, She took
the note to the desk, opened it and
read: e
“Dear Gretechen—l have come from
the village to see vou, and hope that
yon will grant that pleasure to youar
old playmate, HANS."
Where Gretchen Was.
It was plain that Gretchen was an
noved,; also that her consclence trou
bled her. '
She bit her lip, tapping her foot im
patiently on the polished floor. Her
remembrance of Hans and the other
peasant vouth of her natlve village
did not harmonize at all with her
present stution in life. Yet she found
it hard to put the affront of dismissal
unseen upon her old playmate. She
turned to Scipio.
“Where is he?"
“Sitting on the bench, just outside”
said the colored boy.
The door-was of glass, curtained on
its inner side. Ciretchen drew aside
the curtain a little. She saw Hans—
now a lanky vouth-—sitting on the
bench with his head in his handas.
Noted those wide, flapping trousers,
those wooden shoes,
Gretchen bit her lip. and went back
to her desk, where she wrote a note
which she belleved would convince
even Hans that they were no longer
of the same world.
(Chapter Five To-morrow.)
that he has just as many to confide in
you: together you can make the ideals
a rainbow of glad reality.
“Happy marriages, therefore, are
not always those based entirely upon
stern common sense; youthful mar
riages are frequently the happlest
kind, provided they are not under
taken with anyv serious bhandicap.
Marriage on the reciprociay plan,
where each is willing to give in to a
certain extent and to learn by the
mistakes they have made just where
in they have failed to accomplish a
thing the first time, is the veal ideal
marriage. l.ove frequently comes but
once, so don't make the mistake of
holding him at arm's length when he
wants to come in and stay with yon
forever.”
\‘ Tabloid Tales !
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. 5
Do men, Mother, ever show ap
preclation of their wives”
Yes, (hild; when theyv pass theiri
plates the second time. i
What, Mother, in your opinion, isi
the greatest misfortun ethe world has |
ever known? l
Alas, it is that no frugal, sensible !
woman has ever been regarded as "Jl
leader of fashion. i
What length of time, Mother, en
titles a wornan to refer to her maidl
as “‘an old family servant ?" ‘
Some years ago, My Dear, this was
anly applicable when a servant had‘
been with the family a generation. In
these troubled dayvs of getting help,
the phrase is permissible If a serv
unt has been kept as long as threel
weeks. ‘
What, Mother, is meant by being an
accommodating neighbor? |
It ils a neighbor, Lirtle One, \\'hol
will take care of your bird when you
are out of town without looking for a
second neighbor who wants him to
care for his cat, a third who is look- |
ing for a home for a dog, and a fourth 1
who is willing to lend a shotgun, |
When two men talk at the same
tme, Mother, whut does 1t mean’
I know better, Child, what it does
lot mean: It does not mean that
each man is trving to tell the other
what a fine man he is.
Why, Mother, do yvou think it fool
ish for a woman to work hard te
lzeep her husband's love?
When she has succeeded in keaping
it, Daughter, then what has she got?
Why, Mother, do married folks look
so serious at a wedding?
l They are wishing, My Child, that
\'lhey had what the bride and bride
‘groom are going to throw away.
Why is it, Mother, that there are
‘rustic seats in a burial lot?
~ So that visitors to the cemetery,
My Child, may look at the seats and
be reminded that none of the family
of the departed ever come out and sit
on them.
Was it the volce of the singer,
Mother, that made “Home, Sweet
Home"” sound so strange last evening?
“Home, Sweet Home,” (*hild, never
gounds right when sung at home,
What, Mother, do you think is the
cause of the most trouble in the
world?
The habit, Little One, of labeling a
think “Trouble” at first glance, when
uw second glance would show {t isn't.
~ What, Mother, is meant by “as free
as a bird?”
It is a phrase, My Child, used to
express the freedom of human beings,
and is very fitting for the reason that
there never was a bird that there
wasn't a gun after it.
Why, Mother, do you say an opera.
tion for appendicitis isn’'t gerious?
Because, My Daughter, a man may
lose his vermiform appendix and no
one can tell by his appearance that
'he is anything short. But when |t
cemes to losing his hair, that's dif
ferent,
The older we grow the less num
her of photographs we are compelled
o order to supply all cur friends.
Little Bobbie's
Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
| EAR me, sed Pa last nite, the
D men are gitting it on every
hand. 1 see by this evening's
paiper that a lady naimed Howe made
a speech beefoar a bunch of other
'ladies & sed that she dident think it
was rite for a woman to taik a man's
‘naim wen she married him, beekaus
'then she wud have to give up her own.
| Ain't that the limit?
I doant see anything vary unrea
sonabel about it, sed Ma.
Of course you don't, sed Pa, but it
is unreasonabel jest the saim. This
lady claimed that the title of Mrs.
was foolish and out of date. It is
gitting so that everything sweet &
wholesome & natural is out of date,
ged Pa. I nevver saw anything like It.
I doant see any reason why a wom
an can’'t marry & keep her own nalm,
sed Ma.
No, sed Pa, & I can't see any reason
twh,\' 4 woman can’'t keep her own
naim & stay single. The lady that
made this speech may be all rite, sed
Pa, but 1 know a lot of married wim
men that is proud to have thare hus
bands’ naims with Mrs. in front of it.
I'll bet William Shakespeare's wife
nevver made no holler to be known by
her maiden naim, sed Pa.
Of course not, deer, sed Ma, & I am
proud to have yure naim, too, &
wuddent change it If [ could, but what
1 mean is that if sum brides want 10
keep on using thare own naims, why
i not let them? & thare are two sides
j to -yure Shakespeare argument, too,
ged Ma. Of course, Mrs. Willlam
‘shakn-speara must have been proud,
but how proud do you suppoas Mrs.
‘l‘npmin Kidd was, or Mrs. Jesse
James? If a man has did anything in
the wurld to maik his wife proud of
him, she wud be glad to bear his
naim, but it is kind of hard for a per
fect lady to marry a horse thief & taik
his naim with her to her graiv.
Those cases are extreem cases, sad
Pa, & can be got around by separa
shun, but I think on the whole that
“Mre” is a dear titel, beekaus mv
dear old mother was always Missus &
vou have always been Missus to me.
1 doant! think that beekaus a few
business & professional wimmen want
to jump rite in & run the country we
men ought to let them do {t, & brake
all the old fashuns that have bean
deay to us. 1 guess this professhunal
lady will find out if she does a littel
canvassing, sed Pa, that thare are a
whole lot of wimmen left in the wurid
that are vary glad to be called Missus
John Brown or Missus Bill Smith.
Thare are a lot of wimmen that luv
thare husbands & are proud of them,
Pa sed,
Well, vou needn't git too excited
about it, deer, sed Ma. T guess it will
not happen In our time, this not
changing of naims after marriage. I
for one, Ma sed, am perfeckly willing
to bear yure honored nalm, the naim
that has been on so many C. O, D.
packages. &, by the way, deerest, sed
Ma, thare ils a (. O, D, cumming up
to the house to-morrow for forty; so
doant ferget to leave the munny for
t, like a good, deer husband that you
are. What woman wuddent be proud
'to be Missus you? sed Ma. You are
a angel. ,
| Yes, sed Pa, but be careful & deant
‘rlin my wings too much. Here is the
forty. s
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