San Antonio Sunday Light (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 46, No. 69, Ed. 1 Sunday, March 28, 1926 Page: 80 of 92
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'Del i lah Andrew Soutaz
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boy.” Then another lapse. Os-
ram went to the white-faced
Michael in the study.
“1 feel as guilty as you” h<-
said “because 1 might have told
you of the marriage. It was what
Marcus Swete would do. Someday
young man you may learn to ap-
preciate the sterling worth of the
man you tried to kill. Why when
he spoke to me just now it was
about you. Feared you were suffer
ing! I think you'd better go back
to town. I shall stay here and take
over the affairs. There's the car
at the door; go back now and keep
quiet until you hear from me.
Perhaps Mr. Adam Anscombe
should be advised of what has oc-
curred; ask him to come down at
once. Whatever you do. make no
statement to anybody; this must
be kept out of the newspapers for
many reasons."
And. Michael went. The Belgian
Congo’s prospects of receiving
him in the fullness of time were
immeasurably increased.
CHAPTER XL.
OSRAM might have been pre-
paring himself for such a
contingency as this. He
had his room at Downlands and
Mrs. Bendy seemed to take it for
granted that when the master was
not in a position to give orders
Osram was in complete charge.
For three days the house was
wrapped in silence Doctor Mink-
ing leaving his patient only for
short periods. Frequently Stella
and Osram kept vigil together. It
was on the fourth or fifth day that
they left him sleeping comfortably
and joined each other in the study.
Osram was in a dilemma; there
were many calls on shares and he
wasn't quite certain how he ought
to act. It amazed him to find
that she was conversant with magiv
phases of the market; without say-
ing as much she gave him the im-
pression that Marcus Swete had
taught her much already. It was
a remark by Osram that led to the
clearing up of the misunderstand-
ing about Margot. He had said:
“If Mr. Marcus Swete had con-
sidered only himself in this life he
might have been a happy man but
always he seems to have been the
repository of another's secrets."
He looked at her closely. “How
easily we misjudge each other in
this life.” he said. “Have you
never thought of that madam?”
She offered no reply. He went
on:
• “I was afraid of Marcus Swete
when I first met him. He seemed to
a domineer—to overwhelm me with
• his personality; then 1 discovered
that he was intensely human. He
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could live as it were on the level
of the poorest yet retain his com-
mand of them. Money came
easily; he couldn’t make a mistake.
It was only after long study that
I realized how feeble a thing
money is in this life. It was hap-
piness that he couldn’t buy; and
the night he told me of that was
a night of revelation to me.”
She said softly: “He is a very
complex study Mr. Osram.”
“Not very complex” he said “if
you give yourself time to think. I
used to think he was without senti-
ment. even human feeling then—-
then 1 learned of some of the
charities to which he subscribed
anonymously and I gained an in-
sight to the character of the man.”
“What charities Mr. Osram?”
"Orphanages mostly” he re-
plied. adding: “But. I daresay
you'll find out all about that be-
fore long.”
And it was during this conver-
sation that she stumbled on the
truth about her sister Margot.
Osram was undecided how to act
in a financial matter which had
arisen during the last few days.
He mustn’t question Marcus J-wete
because of his illness but it was
essential that he should examine
certain data which might be kept
in the study.
They searched through the desk
together and -luring that search
Osram came upon a small pack-
age of cardboard fragments neat-
ly tied with ribbon.
“What’s this?” he said anil her
cheeks flamed. For she recognized
the fragments of the photograph
of Margot which she had tom to
pieces that night when her hatred
of- Swete reached its zenith.
Slowly she untied the package
and slowly he examined each frag
ment.
“Now I remember” he said
and holding perhaps that the se-
cret was a secret no longer since
she was now his wife he told her
the story of the duel that had been
fought in Paris of the promise to
the child of the futile effort to
save her from her own impulsive-
ness.
And they found the package of
love letters each of which was
signed “Margot” and addressed to
“Raoul” he whom Swete had
fought.
Oh Stella suffered during that
hour in the study. At last she un-
derstood and understanding wept.
That afternoon her father came
down to Plumpton. Marcus Swete
was not in a condition to talk to
him but in the study she acquaint-
ed him with the truth han-ling to
him the love letters which Margot
had written and for the return of i
which Swete hail risked his life.
“And so you are married?”
Adam Anscombe said when that
incident had been set aside.
“Married” she affirmed; “and
it was all so different from the
dreams I’ve dreamed that even
now it doesn’t seem real.”
“We have been through a ter-
rible time Stella” he said.
“Because we hadn’t the courage
nor the inclination to think of any
jne save ourselves father.”
“Where were you married?” '
“Eastbourne” she said. “It was
ireadfully prosaic but he said that
we should seek the sweet simpli-
tity of the church later.”
Adam Anscombe looked at her
thoughtfully.
“I believe that you actually j
lave him" he said.
“I know that I do” she replied!
"although you are the first to
whom I have confessed it.”
“Not even to him? That's like
;ou. Stellar
“Not even to him” she said ;
For a long time she remained
dlent. Then with a sigh:
“How small we are father! How
ancharitable to each other. Life is
>o short and yet we do our utmost
o make it unhappy for others. I
lave learned so much during the
ast few days.”
“I’d like to see him” said her
'ather abruptly.
“He’s not in a condition to speak
o anyone” she said. “Mr. Osram
las taken charge of all his business
iffairs.”
“I don't want to see him about
lusiness.” said Anscombe. “There's
omething more in life than busi-
less Stella.”
“Lord Brunton’s name?” she
vhisper--l.
“The truth will be told tomor-
ow” he said. “F believe the mat-
■ r will be taken up in another
lirection—in the circle that mat-
“How splendid!” she said. “It
was what he lived for. He told me
ill about it the -lay we went from
lere.”
Adam Anscombe looked down I
it the fire
"M cha-1 will never forget this”.
’- said suddenly. “He told me.
hi- morning that he will be glad
■o g-1 away -right out of Eng-
and.”
"And you father?”
"If I w--re younger Stella I'd I
ro with him.”
She sighed. “There’s going to
<-■ a -leal of confession all
iround” she said. “Strange ”
“Strange Stella?” he prompted.
“That all along I’ve felt in here
n my heart that we were not be-
■' tru. to ourselves. Neither you
»n I. nor -nor Marcus Swete.”
“I have been tried Stella—-
or- ly.”
“Revenge brings us so little sat-
-faction" she said sighing. "Right
p to the morning we went from
his house to be married by special
icense I was saying to myself:
fhe hour is coming. Soon yon
■ ill be able to humble him—to
ring him down from his exalted
lace and subject him to the scorn
e deserves.' Father 1 confess
hat I believed I would be better
laced to exact revenge if I were!
his wife close to his secrets close
to his private life to his business.
I believed that I could make my-
self privy to all his schemes so
that when the moment was oppor-
tune I could strike and strike hard.
How little we know of ourselves
father! We allow our own passions
to blind us to the good that may be
in us; we employ whatever gifts
we may possess in order to de
stroy not to build up.”
Adam Anscombe nodded as
though he were impatient with her
didactic meanderings.
“I’ve discovered something” he
said in the manner of one who has
stumbled on a secret piece of
knowledge but has no immediate
intention of utilizing it. “Often I
wondered how he was able to know
so much about the private affairs
of the meh he was fighting on the
market.”
‘‘Well father?” There was a
harsh expression on her face.
“Did you know that he was be-
hind the firm of Lazarus and Com-
pany?” he asked in a whisper.
“He is no longer associated with
it” she said challengingly“and
in all his associations with it you
cannot place your finger on a sin-
gle record that doesn’t redound to
his credit.”
“There is my own case Stella.”
“Father get that out of your
mind. If you knew of hundreds of
small firms all over the country
that he has financed through their
business during the last two years
you would find it in your heart to
forgive even the advantage that
may have been taken of you and
your friends.”
“How you defend him Stella!”
“He is my husband” he said
and lapsed into silence.
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“Your husband! How strange
that sounds! Was there ever such
a marriage—such a wooing?”
“My husband” she said again
“although—although 1 am no wife
. . . Oh why should I tell you—-
you who have never really under-
stood yourself.”
“All right Stella; all right. . .
He will recover?”
“Please God” she said softly.
“Oh Michael! Michael!”
“He is your son” she reminded
him. “Michael was spoilt through
being made a man too soon
through being flung into the mael-
strom that counts as life in Lon-
don today.”
“Does Swete bear malice
Stella?”
“He has said so little about you”
she replied. “He has scarcely
spoken to me. Ono moment he is
rational the next he'slips away.
The injury was severe.”
Anscombe stared at nothing.
“If he had been killed" he said
presently “it would have caused
a sensation in the market.”
“Is that all you care to think
about father?”
“My dear we have to look at
these things.”
“In your heart” she said
quietly “there is still much of tie-
old prejudice in spite of the crisis
that has arisen through the insane
act of Michael.”
“Who is this man Osram they
talk about?”—abruptly
“Father your mind is straying.
For heaven’s sake get money and
the chance of making it out of
your brain.”
“This Osram appears to be the
man behind him in all his enter-
prises Stella. Somebody was tell-
ing me that years ago this same
Osram committed an offence ”
“There are two persons behind
Marcus Swete now” she said
sharply and warmingly. “One is
Mr. Osram whose fidelity to his
master has made me feel ashamed
of my own pettiness; the other
person is—is Stella Anscombe.”
“Ah!” he said thoughtfully
and rubbed his chin. “Strange
how things happen in this life” he
mused.
"Everything that he has done
in life has been strange” she said
slowly. “Strange yet wonderful.’
Why father our little Margot un-
derstood him better than you or I.
This house was her sanctuary from
all the ills that beset her—ills that
she felt she couldn’t bring to us.
She trusted him implicitly; he did
all he could for her. It was the
impulsiveness that we have seen in
Michael that led her to take her
poor life.”
He made no comment. If he
hadn’t understood before he was
beginning to understand now. Per-
sonal feuds and vindictiveness!
What havoc they made of life!
Mrs. Bendy broke in on their
privacy; her cheeks were aglow;
her eyes sparkled like the dew on
a Sussex meadow in late summer.
“Go to him” she said to Stella.
“He’s wide awake and wants to
know where the hounds meet this
week! That's him! That’s the
master all over! ‘Bendy’ he said
to me ‘Bendy you old frump w-hy
are you crying?’ Just like him
pretty —just like him. ‘Crying for
happiness’ I said ‘happiness be-
cause you’re better.’ ‘Topping!’
he said. ‘What a side-splitting en-
tertainment you’d have if I died.’
That’s the master! Heaven’s good.
Go to him pretty; he wants to
speak to you.’’
His eyes were closed when she
entered the bedroom; the bandages
around his head gave him an un-
canny appearance and for a mo-
ment she halted near the foot of
the bed and looked down at him
in pity. Slowly h^ opened his
eyes; a smile spread itself over his
face.
“Hello Delilah!” he said and
chuckled. “Draw those curtains;
I can hardly see you.”
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went back to him bending over
the pillow and looking earnestly
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“Hello Samson” she said with
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He felt for her hand and prelsed
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“Any Philistines downstairs?"
he asked.
“Only father” she replied in a
whisper.
“Aihm Anscombe—eh?” He
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