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Hall Caine Deals With a Great Human Problem-His New Story Full of Wonderful Interest
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How a Marriage Without
Love Affects Poor
Mary O’Neill.
in HEARBT S MAGAZINE for
JANUARY Hull Caine, the fa
mous novelist, continues his fas
cinating story of Mary O'Neill.
This story. “The Woman Thou
Gavest Me,’’ is fulfilling the hopes
of its author. Strong, abounding
in a tense human interest, it deals
with life in such away that none
can read without falling under its
charni
Also in the January number,
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Politics and Books by famous
writers.
Here follow a few excerpts
from Hall Caine s serial, showing
Mary O'Neill as a wife:
.* T the entrance to out vlllag* a
/A number of men stood firing nuns;
in the mldflle of It a gruup of girls
were stretching a rof< across the road;
a number of small flags, tom by the
wino and «et with the rain, were rat
tling on flagstaff's hung out from some
nf th' window sills, a few women, with
kua t ot er their heads, were shelter*
■sing on the lee side of their porches to‘r
see us pass.
My husband was impatient of our
simple island customs. Once or twice ■
'he lowered the window of the car,
threw out a handful of silver and at,
the same time urged the chauffeur to,
drive quicker. An soon as we were |
clear of the village he threw himself'
back in his seat, saying: “Heavens,!
how sleepy I am! No wonder either! ■
I.ate going to bed last night and up so '
i early tills morning.”
After a moment he began to yawn,
and almost before he could have been
aware of It he had closed hts eyes. At
the next moment he was asleep.
It was a painful, almost a hideous
sleep. His cheeks swelled and sank;
his lips parted; he was breathing heav
ilj. and sometimes) gaping like a carp
out of water.
I could not detach my eyes from his
face, which, without eyes to relieve it
seemed to be almost repulsive now. Il
would be difficult, to describe my sensa
tions, 1 felt dreadfully humiliated
, Even my personal pride was wounded.
J I remembered what Father Dan had
said about husband and wife being one
fish, and told myself that this was what
1 1 belonged to. what belonged to me—
this! Then I tried to reproach and re
prove myself, but in order to do so )
, had to turn my eyes away.
She Defies Him.
"Was I asleep? I really think I must
. | have beer. Stupid, isn’t it? Excuse
me."
He blinked his eyes as if to empty
them of sleep, looked me over for a
moment or two in silence, and then
I said, with a emile which made me shud
• der, "So you and 1 are man and wife,
my dear!"
I made no answer, and. still looking
t J fixedly at me, he said:
"Well, worse things might have nap
> penea, after all —what do you think?"
Still 1 did not answer him, feeling a
, certain shame, not to say disgust. Then
he began to pay me some compliments
on my appearance.
"Do you know, you're charming, my
i dear -really charming? '
That stung me, anti made me a hud-
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY. DECEMBER 28, 1912.
(FROM HEARST’S MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY)
{•der. I don't know- why, unless it was*
I because the words gave me lite sense
I of having been used before to other
women, 1 turned my eyes away again.
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“You are nit wife, ami as such you belong to me. The law allows
me to compel you. and I will."
<•• "Don’t turn away, dear. Let me see'
’ those big black eyes of yours. I adore
black eyes. They always pierce me like
. a gimlet.”
it When I began to write I
• | to tell the truth and the whole truth. i
' But now 1 find that the whole truth
will require that I should invade some'
’; of the most sacred intimacies of human ,
■ experience. At this moment I feel as if
I were on the threshold of one of the
! sanctuaries of a woman’s life, and 5
I ask myself if it is necessary and inevi-
I table that I should enter it.
1 have concluded that it is necessary ‘
| and inevitable—necessary to tiie se- I
quence of my narrative, inevitable to ;
the motive with which I am writing it.
I entered our rooms at the hotel, my
husband's rooms and mine, with a sense
of fear, almost of shame. My sensa
tions at that moment had nothing in
common with the warm flood of feeling
which comes to a woman when she finds
herself alone for the first time with the
man she loves, in a little room which
holds’ everything that is of any’ account
to her in the world.
They were rather those of a young
girl, who, walking with a candle
: tivough the dark corridors of an empty
house at night, is suddenly confronted
by a strange face. 1 was the young girl
with the candle: the strange face was
ray husband's.
Almost immediately on entering the
sitting room my husband left me to go
downstairs, saying with something like
a growl that he had telegrams to send
jto London, and instructions to give to
hts man Hobson.
' I was so nervous, so flurried, so pre-
I occupied by vague fears tiiat I hardly
saw or heard anything. Porters came
! up with our trunks and asked me where
I they were to place them, but I scarcely
know how I answered them, although I
was aware that everything—both tny
husband's luggage and mint—was be
ing taken into the large bed room. A
maid asked if she ought to put a light
to the fire, and I said "Yes ... no
. . yes”—and presently I heard the
Are crackling.
In ft Better Temper.
After a whih my husband came back
in a better temper and said, “Confound
ed nuisance, but I suppose we must
make the best of it."
He laughed as he said this, and. com
ing closer and looking me over with a
smile which was at the same time pas
sionate and proud, he whispered, “Dare
say v e’li not find the time long until
{•tomorrow morning. What do you think/
| my little beauty?”
Something in his voice, rather than in
his question, made my heart beat, and I
i could feel my face growing hot.
“Not taken off your things yet?” he
said. “Come, let me heln you."
I shuddered. ' I tried not to, but I
could not help it. My husband laughed
again, and said, “Not got over it yet,
i little woman? Perhaps that’s only be-
I cause you are not quite used to me."
' Still laughing. he pulled me ’ still
closer to him and, putting one of his
hands under my chin, he kissed me on
the mouth.
It will be difficult and perhaps it will
be ridiculous to say how my husband's
first kiss shocked tne. My mouth felt
parched. I had a sense of intense dis
gust, and before I was quite aware of
wliat I was doing I had put up both
hands to push him off.
"Come, come, this is going too far,”
he said. In a tone that was half playful,
half serious "It was all very well In
the automobile; but here, in oar own
rooms, you know—"
He broke off and augited again, say
ing that if my modesty only meant that
nobody had ever kissed me before it
made me all the more charming for
him.
I could not help feeling a little
.tshamed of my embarrassment, and
crossing in front of my husband, I seat
ed myself in a chair before the fire. He
looked after me with a smile that made
my heart tremble, and then, coming
behind my chair, he put his arms about
my shoulders and kissed my- neck.
Thinks It Funny.
A shiver ran through me. I felt as if
I had suffei ed a kind of indecency. I
got up and changed my place. My hus
band watched me with the look of a
man who wanted to roar with laughter. I
It was the proud and insolent as well as
passionate look of one who had never
so much as contemplated resistance.
“Well, this Is funny,” he said. "But
we’ll see presently! We’ll see!”
A waiter came in for orders, and,
early as it was. my husband asked for
dinner to be served immediately. My
heart was fluttering excitedly by this
time and I was glad of the relief which
the presence of other people gave me.
My husband ate ravenously and drank
a good deal. Once or twice, when he
insisted on pouring out champagne for
trte, I chinked glasses with him. Al
though every moment at the table was
•{•increasing my fear and disgust, I some
times allowed myself to laugii.
“How’s my demure little nun now?’’
Ihe said. ‘‘Frightened, wasn’t she!
! They’re ail frightened at first, bless
, them! ”
| I could smell the liquor he had been
! drinking. I could see by the firelight
.tiie prominent front tooth (partly hid
i den by his mustache) which I had no
i ticed when 1 saw hint first, and tlia
(down of soft dark hair which grew . s
low on his hands as his knuckles.
Above all 1 thought I could feel the at
mosphere of other women about him—
loose women, bad women, as ft seemed
to me and my fear and disgust began
to be mixed witli a kind of physical
horror.
For a little while 1 tried to fight
against this feeling, but when he began
to put his arms about me, calling mt
by endearing names, complaining < 1
my coldness, telling me not to be afrai
of him, reminding me that I belonged
to him now, and must do as he wishe :,
a faintness cante over me. T tremble !
from head to foot and made some ef
fort to rise.
"Let me go,” I said.
Nonsense,’ he said, laughing an!
holding me to my seat. “You betwitch
ing little woman! You're only teasing
me. How they love to tease, these
charming little women!"
fl he pupils of his eyes were glisten
ing. I closed my own eyes in order to
avoid his look. At the next moment I
• felt his hand stray down my body, and
In a fury of indignation I broke out of
his arms and leapt to my feet.
M hen I recovered my self-possession
I was again looking out of the window,
and my husband, who was behind m ,
was saying in a tone of anger and an
noyance:
M hat's the matter with you? I
can’t understand. What have I done?
Good heavens, we are man and wife,
aren’t we?"
RING OFF.
Two telephone girls tn different ex
changes were having a chat .over the
wires on the subject of dress. Bot >
were going to a garden party on ’ ’
following Saturday- afternoon, and the
discussion on what they should we ,r
waxed Interesting. Ten minutes passe
and the topic was still far from ex
hausted, but an insistent masculine
voice at last compelled one of them to
turn her thoughts to other things.