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Chapter Number2. XI
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Full Date1898-03-25
Page Number62
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Newspaper TitleWestern Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 - 1954)
Trove TitleThe Wealth of the West
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CHAPTER XI.-=-Contimied.

He was sitting up in a chair. She ran to him, and hissed his face, his hands. She threw her arms round, his neck-but, even in the abandonment of the moment, as tenderly as if he were a sick child ; and she kept relaxing and renewing the pressure, as if her lingers. were trying to speak too. He felt her lips trembling as they, met his. He smiled inwardly, and thought

" Good God, how this woman loves mè," and felt pleased with his versatility, that enabled him to swindle syndicates and make a woman love him. He re mindediiiniseif of historic blackguards ;.. of the dramatic Byronic type, and felt,

as. an interlude in the monotony of getting well, how. interesting all this was, especially on the fields; where

women were so searce.

' ."That wilUdo, Phyllis," ' he said, .

putting her arm away, " I am glad you

; " . caine."

" Oh ! Dick-Dick-why didn't you .send for me beforeP Why didu't you

let me know? Why didn't your-trust

me? You don't know how I have

suffered. I thought you were dead, and I. thought I should die, too."

He laughed the convalescent's tired r- laugh.

"We're neither of us dead yet, Phyllis." .

" Tell me, Dick, how was - it .you < escaped? Ereryone thinks you are ¡ dead. Why don't you let them know j "you are not?"

*.;- "My deai" girl, nothing was ever more

fortunate. The dead-the happy dead j -are removed from the inquiries of the ! miserable people who ¿re alive and who ! want tq know where the money has gone to. And while I remain dead, I can't be interviewed about anything. There- fore I shall remain dead. Simple, isn't


She paused a while before answering.

. She had evidently lived long enough

on the fields to understand.

"But you cannot, live here for eyer," ehe said

"I haven't the slightest intention of doing so/' he said. ".Though I find the company and-conversation of Mi1. Com wall.full of a kind of natural wit and .entertainment."

-» She glanced aside.

" Do not anger him, Dick. You. do not know what he might do."

He laughed.

" There is nothing to fear, and it is ' my only amusement.

"Has he--" she paused. .He laughed again.

" Certainly, my dear. I understand youl'delicacy. You would say, is Mr. Cornwall another man who has made money, in excess, as it were-not to put too fine a point on it.' As a matter of - fact he is." And,better,.Phyllis,

I íicld it for both. Hence *ny amuse-,


. .'' Oh, Dick, what "a dangerous ,game . you play. Suppose it should be dis

.. . covered?"

. "Suppose it shouldn't? You are a! believer in the. theory that murder will j out. That is because you are not a deep thinker. We can only h*ar of the dis- covered crimes-not that we are. speak ~, ing of crimes at ali, but merely in illus-

tration. . But what about the things that are done by - the wise persons P Those aré the things that no one hears of, and so, to the, vulgar mind, appear not to have happened at au. You see the logic?"

" Yes, Dick, and how many« of those who have been discovered have said just what you are saying now ; but they were discovered all the same."

" Boll me a cigarette, Phyllis, and be agreeable. You are speaking of that which you do not know."

"WTien are yon'going away? ' He stretched out his arms.

"As you just now remarked, I cannot stay here for ever. As soon as I am in condition again, whenever that may be, I shall go to Perthj and thence away."

" And then Í" , " . . ..

" And then-the old life again. Life,, life, life, Phyllis." ;

"Yes?" she said, looking up in his face," and speaking with a queer note of interrogation in her voice.

.She had rolled the cigarette while they were talking. He put it between his lips, and a malicious look came into his eyes. He, glanced at hér as an ^ .. .Inquisitor might have, looked at his

victim "."in the toiture chamber to

calculate how much he! could- bear. u ' . . " Then, Phyllis, ^then, wé inust part

you and I."

- "Dick!" *

Only one syllable, but it was the moan

of a tortured animal under the -hand of

~ a pitiless vivisectionist. The simile may

not be good but it is expressive--and it

W "We must part then, Phyllis."

- - " You must not talk like that. You

don't know how you-how you torture me-because-oh, Dick, Dick," ;she wailed, "You don't know how I love you."

Her head sank on her hands and she sobbed, and Yeend looked down at her and rather enjoyed it. lt was another

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soóíoe , o£, amusement added to tbat^ which Cornwall^ afforded. Moreover it had péculiar features of itç own which.

the other lacked,

" Tou see, a woman would came so many impediments. All the failures of, the world have been the work of women.' They mean well, Phyllis, but they don't


" You didn't always say that."

"Because one cannot always be equally wise. Besides you must be tired of this kind of life. As you said just now, one cannot live this kind of life for ever."