The evening world. Newspaper, May 3, 1902, Page 7

HE drawing-room door of a little flat in Hiton street, Chelsea, was thrown open and a ser vant announced: “Mr. Cavenagh.” (The solitary occupant of the drawing-room, a,young: ‘woman, closed her fingers sharply around the maga- zine she was holding and her face stiffened for an instant, but when her visitor entered she met him awite composedly, though she was careful when she sat down again to seat herseic with her back to the Nght. “It is a long time since you have been to see me. T have not seen you anywhere lately. I thought you were out of town." “tm June?’ he paid with a smile. “Scarcely, It 18 you, I think, who have been missing from the famil- far scenes, not I. You have quite deserted your old friends. I beg to congratulate you on your engage- ment to Mr. Nell Fraser.” she gald, after an almost tmper- “You have heard of it, then? I was going to write and tell you." “T have heard,” he said, after a moment, carelessly filcking a speck of dust from his sleeve with a gray suede glove, “that your fiance is a man of very strict principles. I have not the honor of knowing him personally—we should have little In common, I fear— but I bellove he is quite a ir Galahad. His ideas on men and things—not to mention women—are beautl- fully simple for the nineteenth century, Don't you think you will find the moral atmosphere a little too rarefied?" “Tt will be a relief,” she sald defiantly, “to look up instead of down. I am sick of my old life. In these days we are #o fond of turning over the dust- heaps that forget that the lark still goes singing up Into the sky. In future I shall look for my In- spiration a little higher than I have done.” “My dear Beatrice, you are getting quite poetical. But to be matter-of-fact. I presume with these ex- alted views you have made full confession of all your Peceadilloes of past days to this immaculate admirer end received absolution?” amd received absolution? What did he say to our Little friendehip?”" “He gaid nothing, because he knows nothing," she waif at last, in a toneless voice. Mr. Cavenagh uttered an exclamation, “You were afraid?” he said, ‘Well, perhaps you mere right." “I do not know that I wae as much afraid as— ashamed,” she answered bitterly. “It is not a pleas- ‘ant thing to humiliate one’s self in the eyes of the man ‘one loves—to show him—when he has placed you 60 hhigh—that your right place is in the dust at his feet.” “You should not exaggerate, ma chere. You are oversensitive, The only damaging pleces of evidence against you are—your letters. They, perhaps, are— how shall I put it?—a little pronounced.” She gave a Abtie cry. “You have them still?" she said, “Why have you kept them? I thought they were destroyed tong ago.” “You give mo credit for too little sentiment. They are among my most treasured possessions. How could you suppose I should have the heart to destroy enything that came from you?" “Stop sneering, Jasper, and te me what you mean, Speak-out. What has brought you here to-day?” Her face had grown very white, but she turned on him flercoly like a creature brought to bay. “You are growing dull, ma chere. I have noticed goodness often has that effect. I see I must come down again to the plain truth; I am in a» very impe- curious condition at present. You are rich in every- ‘thing except security. Your happiness ts not eatab- ished on a very firm basis; it could be destroyed at a word from me. I have something to sell which it is to your interest to buy. Your letters are so dear to me that I value them at $1,000. Are you willing to pay this for them?" “You really mean it?’ she said, in a low, pulsing voice. ‘You ask me for money? You want me to bribe you? Ah, you might have spared me that! 7 cared for you once, Jasper” He moved a little uneasily. “Don't go into herolcs; I am past them, I am tn & bOVE IN BORNEO. It fe the maiden who does the courting m the island of Borneo, as is told In a ‘book by A. C. Haddon, just published tn England. Here ts a description of a na-| tive love scene: Breaking the embarrassing silence the youth considerately asked: “You like me proper?’ 'Yes,"" she replied. “I like you proper with my heart inside, Bye along my heart see you. You my man.” 1 Unwiljing to ive himaelf away rash: ly, he further inquired; “How you Nhe Pe “1 Me your fine leg; you your skin good, I like you alts replied the air fair , the matter, the girl | Anxious ol aeked Ww they were to be married | Tomorrow, if you like,” eald tie) and they both went home in formed weir respective relatives that they had arrived at a0 undersiensis Another interesting = thing ebout Bornes is the important part ple by the Pls Divination @y moana of @ le resorted to on meet im if aoyeaing agar DESERTS POPULATION Pee emetie emt 8 thee eee! Apter inn Gants 0 ghee ey the hate ve ow 140 pero t eg ee pene ra tee pre re wf ne Two Men and.a Woman. By DEREK VANE. TAN BATISTE DRESS. ‘me tf material like the Inclosed mample of tan batiate would look black silk itnlng Land Dave dark brown balr and eee and eompie tight corner, and you can help me out of tt. If you will not do so I shall be under the unfortunate neces~ sity of sending your packet of letters to Mr, Fraser, They will provide interesting reading for him, and re- venge is always sweet, though I deny myself when there is anything more substantial to be obtained." “Oh, don't you understand?” she cried. “It's not the money—you are weloome to thi t- It's the degrada- tion, the shame of it all! I though: I knew you pretty well; but I should never have given you credit for such a thing as this! I wonder—I wonder, Jaspei why I ever solled iny hands with such a man as you “That is enough," he sald roughly, “I think you are scarcely justified In regarding me from such a lofty moral platform. Let us keep to business; our days of sentiment are over, Will you buy these let- ters from me at m price or wif you not? I can prom- fee you that In exchange for my check you will buy my silence too, and though you may not think much of my honor I am in the habit of keeping my word.” For answer she roso and went over to her writing table. She filled in a check for $1,000 and handed It to him—without a word. . . . . ‘That same evening, as she was sitting alone in the drawing-room after dines, still too disturbed by what jad pqased to be able to settle to anything, another visitor was announced. It was Nell Fraser. “Tam fortunate to find you in,” he sald, “As a rule you are never to be seen, except by appointment, * If you Intended taking an evening ol why ald you not sond round and let me know,” he asked, with tender reproach, “I have a headache—I am not very good company to-night," said, evasively, “But 1 am glad you have come. “Tam beginning to doubt it,” he said, with a laugh, after a few minutes, as whe sat looking absoptly out of the window at the dull gray river, “Do you know you have sald nothing but yes’ or ‘no? You look tired out. I will say good-night, and you must go to fo, don't go," she said, restlessly, ‘I could not sleep, my thoughts weuld not let me to-night.” Is it such a bad conscience as that?’ he sald, caressingly. "Why not conf your sins to me and let me give you absolution?’ ‘Neil Fraser had no good looka to boast of. His face was of @ rather hard Scotch type, but women and children trusted it Instinctively, while men of Mr. Cavanagh's character never felt quite at their case under the gaze of those clear, honest ey He knew nothing of half-tones or euphonious terms for doubtful actions; to him a thing was e!ther right or wrong, His aimple directness ‘had charmed Beatrice, who had begun to grow weary and contemptaous of the dealers in “smooth things” by whom she was sur- rounded. “I think," whe said slowly, after a mor would rather tell ft to the river than to you.” “Beatrice,” he aaid, ‘Beatrice, what is It, dear one? Come and tell me. If you are unhappy I have the right to know,” and he put out his hand to draw her to him. “Don't touch me!” she cried passionately. “I am not worthy. I am such a coward!—such a mean, pit! ful coward!" ‘The shame and bitterness that had been burning tn her since her interview with Jasper Cavanagh rose to dts height. Ghe felt humillated—degraded by the compact she had made with him; at any cost she must cut this eecret chain that bound them together. She could net look her lover in the face when she re- membered tt. “Let me tell you while I can," she said, hoarsely, “I thought I could keep it from you—but I can't. If you trusted me less I might keep silence, but for very shame I must speak now. Don't look at me—turn your face away; I don't want to see It change, as It will—as it must change. I was going to deceive you, Nell—I told myself it would be kindest to you and to me to cover up the ugly past, but I find 1 am not quite bad enough to go through with it. I must teil you the truth, though when you know {t you may cast me off.” Shoe was walking restiessly about the room, but the sat Immovable In his chair and sald not a word t Is so hard to speak,” she went on, “It would be enstor to throw myself in the river and have done {with it all, Nell, flvo or six years ago, when I was a young girl Just beginning to make a name, I fell to love with Jasper Cavanagh." There was a slight movement from the silent Mgure, He knew this man by name and knew nothing to his credit; there were queer stories about him at the clubs and soctety was beginning to show him the cold shoulder. He was not a man with whom he woud have Uked any woman belonging to him to be en friendly terms. “L don't want to excuse myself, but Twas only an ignorant git] and he was a finished man of the world, my superior In birth and position, At firet I was flat- tered by hiv attentions, he laid himself out to please me, and he was en adept in all the Ittle arts th charm a woman, With tls handsome face and chiv- alrous air he seemed to ve the Ienight of my dreams come to life, 1 fell down and worshipped bilndly. would have followed him over the world at a word But he never epoke that wor, though he made his love plain in every look and action.” The listener moved restlessly, Beatrice sparing himself or him. “For six months my cruel awakening. T had poured out the accumulated affectic life—whom T had learned to look on as my juaband, though our love was kept hide world—had been decetving me almost from the first T had been something to fall back upon if a bigser scheme failed, “1 think he cared for nie as mych as he could care for any one, but he would have thrown me over with- out a minute's hesiiation had ho been able to win the heiress whose fortune he coveted. Money (bitterly) has always been the beginning and end of everything with him. It was so easy to deceive me. When be fuggested that we should ki our love secret for a time it hardly needed the plausible tale he told for me to agree. 1 hugged my dream the closer that the world knew nothing of it. “Even now T cannot think without a shudder of how cold and empty my life seemed when T awoke to the truth. He shad Med it eo completely that when he failed me there was nothing left, “When he lost the bigger prize he would have mairied me gladly enough, for mv earnings were not insignificant, but I refused Mm once and forever, though my heart ached long afterward on his ac- count; and, for the sake of what he had once been to me, T could not quite treat him as @ stranger luaworthy as [ knew him to be, I could not quit him out, 1 could not give bim the hatred and con he so well merited—tuntil to-day.” Fraser icoked up at the tene of intense scorn vibrated in her volele. “To-day he came to me With the letters [had writ- ten him during my Infatuation—paeslonare letters, breathing the adoring love I had felt for him In every Hins—and he offered them to me for aale! If T did not would show them to you. N y were mad, foolish letters, and T could not bear it you should see them: T could not bear that you could know how T had once almost fonrotten my ‘womanhood for the sake of such a man as he, 80—I bought them.” Ho uttered a sharp exclamation, which was almost like a cry of pain. “L thought T would destroy them—that you need know novhing, but I find T cannot do you such a wrong. You never asked me any questions, you |trusted me so implicitly; T eannot betray that trust.” She went over to the cabinet and unlocked the door, “Here they are,” she said, holding out a packet of tters with averted eves. “Take them @way with you. You have a right to read them, If, when you have don? #0, I hear nothing more from you, I shall | junderstand. J," with an effort, “shall think you are quite right. A man such as you should marry a girl fresh from her mother's artre, not a woman who has battled with the world and ‘become wise with tts | knowledge. Your wife,” lawhing herself with her own sorrn, “should never have given her first kiss to a man Uke Jasper Cavanagh,” For an instant he held the packet in his hands, then he tore it ac: “My wife te a bra and honor,” he eald as bh was not ream lasted, then ‘I had @ I discovered that the man on whom, of a tonciy woman and worthy of my | took her in his arms anaemia 3 NEXT WEEK AT Mrs Fryke MANHATTAN oe \ Oat a ers Changes of bill occur next week at four of the Broadway theatres dying season is struggling with tts last gasp to retain public interest. The event of greatest importance 1s the return of Mra. Fiske to the Man hattan Theatre, where on Tuesday evening she will inaugurate with "Tess of the d'Urbervilies” a series of pro- ductions of her successes of past sea- sons. George W. Lederer's new musi- cal comedy, “The White Rose,’ will succeed “The Toreador" at the Knick- erbocker; BE. R, Rice's “The 8h Girl,” the latest of R. 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