Argosy, Vol. 147, No. 1 — page 89: what you’re looking at

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. So ee area et 9 Le SS ee .. BOO MS ee” - ' . THE DANCE OF DAT. | a ‘ th us do part’; but w _ Milburne went livid. ceremony till dea ? «T say—what ‘< di Life often parts as well as deat gasped, with an attempt to recover 8 And being loyal to you would be wast pear -; loyalty. One shouldn’t waste anything 2 Bika EGey ‘da ‘Costa ” said fine ze that. You never wanted a con eas — panion—a helpmate—@ i ie ee: : ” il- ‘dren. You relinqui the rignt EDLs ; is best - Certain! i ‘bility.’ re- woman and L deserve whatever 15 DS ; . nf Sos ee crimes life. I was nineteen when I married | ul ieretn that case,” said Milburne slowly, Nineteen! In my ignorant, oa ay “J can say nothing further until I have I thought I loved Se oe consulted with, my attorneys.” cause I wanted a Aus ae aka f= His eyes wandered to Louise, and he take care of me—to guar Si am a glared at her with a gleam of hate in them. me. You wanted only a ma “ om «“ However,” he added, “ my memory is , = you wanted Guy da osta, ‘te as good as yours, My dear; and sneered. sae arall not ie wit you said—also in the She winced. ‘‘ Yes—now. N owl” bios: presence of these gentlemen—in regard to cried; re but I am no longer the innocent your visits to Da Costa’s rooms!”’ girl of nineteen that you married. _S “Oh, if you are thinking of divorce,” what you have made of me. Tam the 1 31 ste observed, smiling, “ our lawyers can of years of association with you. %t soon come to terms. Don’t think that your Costa was kind to me, and sweet and own conduct in the past few years has es- pathetic. And he was young—and caped my attention—or the attention of ful—and strong. My lost youth crie the detectives I have had following you. for him. He appealed to my imagin I have quite a little history of yout ad- He recalled the dreams I used to_ ventures in case I should ever be called before I knew you.’ i Doe upon to produce them.” “You are shameless!” roared He glared at her. enraged. | Dees “ Detectives?” he repeated, choking. “No, ashamed,” she corrected him «“ Yes, detectives, my dear George,” she: “ashamed of you, and of the years 4¥ responded. “TI see the prospect of having endured you and countenanced you! But your private life spied upon is an unpleas- I’m through now! Do you he: rt ant one fo a person of your refinement and Through! If you've killed Guy—as | cultivated tastes. No doubt you shun pub- threatened to—you’ve taken the one , licity, too. You poor, bungling imbecile! from me that I wanted—that I cared a You fool! Did you think I would let you And you’ve gone too far! I’m going 1 go on humiliating me indefinitely? Did that you’re punished! Tm going to s you think I thrived on your neglect and that you pay! I tell you—and T mea: abuse? No, I only went on living in your 9—the murderer of Guy da Costa—wt house because there was no other man I it was you or any one else—has got | wanted, and it was simpler to hold my swer to me!” place. But when I found a man that He stood silent, abashed, - overwt meant more to me—I was ready. You by her fury, which was greater 1 didn’t think you held me all these years, own. All three men regarded her 1 did you? Yow killed what feeling I had something like awe—this stern, dominatir for you om our wedding night. I have just woman — demanding justice and sp ur endured you since then. God, how you deceit or disguise or subiteckunaies oe have disgusted me, and bored me. And less of public opinion, or 1080) ee how you have amused me, too. My dear she loved Guy da Costa, and she ack : George, 1 know it says in the marriage edged it, with head hi ald oes se a ~~ comicbooks.com gs: awl,” ee ’ , wr "AG 4 , “— ; , 4 to ' a <— 4 . r, AS. on: et gS) sh ee - ae ; 2“) 1 *: ‘ 7a, i a - a ee a ee ae a ae a 2 4 — * a : >» ‘= — : y ha Saad a ok ad a # # si ry m.. ° Slee ¥ Nar : oa : ae 5 on Spa »