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Hobart herald. (Geneva, N.Y.) 1879-1942, April 01, 1908, Image 11

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Hobart Herald 205 disagree, for in the very surge of disappointment, I did the thing true to life.” She arose with flashing eyes and stood before him. (She had token amateur parts.) \You have convinced me that you are strangely deficient in those finer qualities which commended you to me.” She made a quick, impatient movement. “ There, word for word, is a letter I wrote you to while awav a dreamy hour at the Clift's. Under the influence o f sea breezes and because of sympathy for you, who were enduring the summer in the city, I wrote what I thought expressed my feeling regarding your heroic effort to prevent the crash from coming during your father’s life. You stemmed the tide and he never knew. It would have broken his heart. Her eyes softened and flashed again. “This letter you insert in this story,”— crushing the pages in her hand. “ You have selected a title for it. W h y did you c a ll it the 'Hidden Slur?’ You have destroyed my faith in you, and I— I despise y o u ! She buried hei face in her hands and the outburst culminated in convulsive sobs. The man, styled heartless, looked at the quivering head, and did not chuckle, but muttered, “ Catastrophe.” It was his cue. “ Grace, listen,” — directing his remark at the grate and failing to see that she was glancing through her fingers. “ Have I com­ plained when you trampled on my sensitive natuie. \ott a out know how sensitive I am .” She barely restrained her mirth. “ I have a w a y of concealing it under the mask of indifference you penetrated’that mask. If a man loves a woman he cannot conceal it by a monchalant air. It would be useless. _ Now why does this affair distress y o u ? Why do you nut laugh i t «>ff as you did m y love ? I thought you seemed indifferent , b u t why do you despise me if th a t’s the case?” He had staked his a ll to win. A wondrous face was raised. There was no marks of tears. \Fred Newton, I loved you before— before you revealed— — faltering. \T h a t is why I could not laugh it off.” Her hea

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