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〃I　know。　　I'm　a　mad　fool。　　But；　Urse；　I　can't　help　it。〃　　He　stood　up　suddenly。　　〃I've　used　every　weapon　I've　got。　　Even　prideand　it　skulked　away。　　My　sense　of　humorand　it　weakened。　　My　willand　it　snapped。〃

〃Is　she　so　wonderful？〃

〃She　is　soelusive。　　I　can't　understand　herI　can't　touch　her。　　I　can't　find　her。　　She　keeps　me　going　like　a　man　chasing　an　echo。〃

〃Like　a　man　chasing　an　echo；〃　repeated　Ursula　reflectively。　　〃I　understand。　　It　is　maddening。　　She　must　be　cleverin　her　way。〃

〃Or　very　simple。　　God　knows　which；　I　don'tand　sometimes　I　think　she　doesn't；　either。〃　　He　made　a　gesture　of　dismissal。　　〃Well；　it's　finished。　　I　must　pull　myself　togetheror　try　to。〃

〃You　will；〃　said　his　sister　confidently。　　〃A　fortnight　from　now　you'll　be　laughing　at　yourself。〃

〃I　am　now。　　I　have　been　all　along。　　Butit　does　no　good。〃

She　had　to　go　and　dress。　　But　she　could　not　leave　until　she　had　tried　to　make　him　comfortable。　　He　was　drinking　brandy　and　soda　and　staring　at　his　feet　which　were　stretched　straight　out　toward　the　fire。　　〃Where's　your　sense　of　humor？〃　she　demanded。　　〃Throw　yourself　on　your　sense　of　humor。　　It's　a　friend　that　sticks　when　all　others　fail。〃

〃It's　my　only　hope；〃　he　said　with　a　grim　smile。　　〃I　can　see　myself。　　No　wonder　she　despises　me。〃

〃Despises　you？〃　scoffed　Ursula。　　〃A　WOMAN　des…　pise　YOU！　　She's　crazy　about　you；　I'll　bet　anything　you　like。　　Before　you're　through　with　this　you'll　find　out　I'm　right。　　And　thenyou'll　have　no　use　for　her。〃

〃She　despises　me。〃

〃Wellwhat　of　it？　　Really；　Fred；　it　irritates　me　to　see　you　absolutely　unlike　yourself。　　Why；　you're　as　broken…spirited　as　a　henpecked　old　husband。〃

〃Just　that；〃　he　admitted；　rising　and　looking　drearily　about。　　〃I　don't　know　what　the　devil　to　do　next。　Everything　seems　to　have　stopped。〃

〃Going　to　see　Josephine　this　evening？〃

〃I　suppose　so；〃　was　his　indifferent　reply。

〃You'll　have　to　dress　after　dinner。　　There's　no　time　now。〃

〃Dress？〃　he　inquired　vaguely。　　〃Why　dress？　Why　do　anything？〃

She　thought　he　would　not　go　to　Josephine　but　would　hide　in　his　club　and　drink。　　But　she　was　mistaken。　Toward　nine　o'clock　he；　in　evening　dress；　with　the　expression　of　a　horse　in　a　treadmill；　rang　the　bell　of　Josephine's　house　and　passed　in　at　the　big　bronze　doors。　The　butler　must　have　particularly　admired　the　way　he　tossed　aside　his　coat　and　hat。　　As　soon　as　he　was　in　the　presence　of　his　fiancee　he　saw　that　she　was　again　in　the　throes　of　some　violent　agitation。

She　began　at　once：　　〃I've　just　had　the　most　frightful　scene　with　father；〃　she　said。　　〃He's　been　hearing　a　lot　of　stuff　about　you　down　town　and　it　set　him　wild。〃

〃Do　you　mind　if　I　smoke　a　cigar？〃　said　he；　looking　at　her　unseeingly　with　haggard；　cold　eyes。　　〃And　may　I　have　some　whisky？〃

She　rang。　　〃I　hope　the　servants　didn't　hear　him；〃　she　said。　　Then；　as　a　step　sounded　outside　she　put　on　an　air　of　gayety；　as　if　she　were　still　laughing　at　some　jest　he　had　made。　　In　the　doorway　appeared　her　father　one　of　those　big　men　who　win　half　the　battle　in　advance　on　personal　appearance　of　unconquerable　might。　Burroughs　was　noted　for　his　generosity　and　for　his　violent　temper。　　As　a　rule　men　of　the　largeness　necessary　to　handling　large　affairs　are　free　from　petty　vindictiveness。　They　are　too　busy　for　hatred。　　They　do　not　forgive；　they　are　most　careful　not　to　forget；　they　simply　stand　ready　at　any　moment　to　do　whatever　it　is　to　their　interest　to　do；　regardless　of　friendships　or　animosities。　　Burroughs　was　an　exception　in　that　he　got　his　highest　pleasure　out　of　pursuing　his　enemies。　He　enjoyed　this　so　keenly　that　several　timesso　it　was　saidhe　had　sacrificed　real　money　to　satisfy　a　revenge。　But　these　rumors　may　have　wronged　him。　　It　is　hardly　probable　that　a　man　who　would　let　a　weakness　carry　him　to　that　pitch　of　folly　could　have　escaped　destruction。　For　of　all　the　follies　revenge　is　the　most　dangerous　as　well　as　the　most　fatuous。

Burroughs　had　a　big　face。　　Had　he　looked　less　powerful　the　bigness　of　his　features；　the　spread　of　cheek　and　jowl；　would　have　been　grotesque。　　As　it　was；　the　face　was　impressive；　especially　when　one　recalled　how　many；　many　millions　he　owned　and　how　many　more　he　controlled。　　The　control　was　better　than　the　ownership。　The　millions　he　owned　made　him　a　cowardhe　was　afraid　he　might　lose　them。　　The　millions　he　controlled；　and　of　course　used　for　his　own　enrichment；　made　him　brave；　for　if　they　were　lost　in　the　daring　ventures　in　which　he　freely　staked　them；　why；　the　loss　was　not　his；　and　he　could　shift　the　blame。　　Usually　Norman　treated　him　with　great　respect；　for　his　business　gave　the　firm　nearly　half　its　total　income；　and　it　was　his　daughter　and　his　wealth；　prestige　and　power；　that　Norman　was　marrying。　But　this　evening　he　looked　at　the　great　man　with　a　superciliousness　that　was　peculiarly　disrespectful　from　so　young　a　man　to　one　well　advanced　toward　old　age。　　Norman　had　been　feeling　relaxed；　languid；　exhausted。　　The　signs　of　battle　in　that　powerful　face　nerved　him；　keyed　him　up　at　once。　　He　waited　with　a　joyful　impatience　while　the　servant　was　bringing　cigars　and　whisky。　　The　enormous　quantities　of　liquor　he　had　drunk　in　the　last　few　days　had　not　been　without　effect。　Alcohol；　the　general　stimulant；　inevitably　brings　out　in　strong　relief　a　man's　dominant　qualities。　　The　dominant　quality　of　Norman　was　love　of　combat。

〃Josephine　tells　me　you　are　in　a　blue　fury；〃　said　Norman　pleasantly　when　the　door　was　closed　and　the　three　were　alone。　　〃Nonot　a　blue　fury。　　A　black　fury。〃

At　the　covert　insolence　of　his　tone　Josephine　became　violently　agitated。　　〃Father；〃　she　said；　with　the　imperiousness　of　an　only　and　indulged　child；　〃I　have　asked　you　not　to　interfere　between　Fred　and　me。　　I　thought　I　had　your　promise。〃

〃I　said　I'd　think　about　it；〃　replied　her　father。　　He　had　a　heavy　voice　that　now　and　then　awoke　some　string　of　the　lower　octaves　of　the　piano　in　the　corner　to　a　dismal　groan。　　〃I've　decided　to　speak　out。〃

〃That's　right；　sir；〃　said　Norman。　　〃Is　your　quarrel　with　me？〃

Josephine　attempted　an　easy　laugh。　　〃It's　that　silly　story　we　were　talking　about　the　other　day；　Fred。〃

〃I　supposed　so；〃　said　he。　　〃You　are　not　smoking；　Mr。　Burroughs〃　　He　laughed　amiably〃at　least　not　a　cigar。〃

〃The　doctor　only　allows　me　one；　and　I've　had　it；〃　replied　Burroughs；　his　eyes　sparkling　viciously　at　this　flick　of　the　whip。　　〃What　is　the　truth　about　that　business；　Norman？〃

Norman's　amused　glance　encountered　the　savage　glare　mockingly。　　〃Why　do　you　ask？〃　he　inquired。

〃Because　my　daughter's　happiness　is　at　stake。　Because　I　cannot　but　resent　a　low　scandal　about　a　man　who　wishes　to　marry　my　daughter。〃

〃Very　proper；　sir；〃　said　Norman　graciously。

〃My　daughter；〃　continued　Burroughs　with　accele…　rating　anger；　〃tells　me　you　have　denied　the　story。〃


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Norman　interrupted　with　an　astonished　look　at　Josephine。　　She　colored；　gazed　at　him　imploringly。　　His　face　terrified　her。　　When　body　and　mind　are　in　health　and　at　rest　the　fullness　of　the　face　hides　the　character　to　a　great　extent。　　But　when　a　human　being　is　sick　or　very　tired　the　concealing　roundness　goes　and　in　the　clearly　marked　features　the　true　character　is　revealed。　In　Norman's　face；　haggard　by　his　wearing　emotions；　his　character　stood　forththe　traits　of　strength；　of　tenacity；　of　inevitable　purpose。　　And　Josephine　saw　and　dreaded。

〃But；〃　Burroughs　went　on；　〃I　have　it　on　the　best　authority　that　it　is　true。〃

Norman；　looking　into　the　fascinating　face　of　danger；　was　thrilled。　　〃Then　you　wish　to　break　off　the　engagement？〃　he　said　in　the　gentlest；　smoothest　tone。

Burroughs　brought　his　fist　down　on　the　tableand　Norman　recognized　the　gesture　of　the　bluffer。　　〃I　wish　you　to　break　off　with　that　woman！〃　he　cried。　　〃I　insist　upon　itupon　positive　assurances　from　you。〃

〃Fred！〃　pleaded　Josephine。　　〃Don't　listen　to　him。　Remember；　I　have　said　nothing。〃

He　had　long　been　looking　for　a　justifying　grievance　against　her。　　It　now　seemed　to　him　that　he　had　found　it。　　〃Why　should　you？〃　he　said　genially　but　with　subtle　irony；　〃since　you　are　getting　your　father　to　speak　for　you。〃

There　was　just　enough　truth　in　this　to　entangle　her　and　throw　her　into　disorder。　　She　had　been　afraid　of　the　consequences　of　her　father's　interfering　with　a　man　so　spirited　as　Norman；　but　at　the　same　time　she　had　longed　to　have　some　one　put　a　check　upon　him。　　Norman's　suave　remark　made　her　feel　that　he　could　see　into　her　inmost　soulcould　see　the　anger；　the　jealousy；　the　doubt；　the　hatred…tinged　love；　the　love…saturated　hate　seething　and　warring　there。

Burroughs　was　saying：　　〃If　we　had　not　committed　ourselves　so　deeply；　I　should　deal　very　differently　with　this　matter。〃

〃Why　should　that　deter　you？〃　said　Normanand　Josephine　gave　a　piteous　gasp。　　〃If　this　goes　much　farther；　I　assure　you　I　shall　not　be　deterred。〃

Burroughs；　firmly　planted　in　a　big　leather　chair；　looked　at　the　young　man　in　puzzled　amazement。　　〃I　see　you　think　you　have　us　in　your　power；〃　he　said　at　last。　　〃But　you　are　mistaken。〃

〃On　the　contrary；〃　rejoined　the　young　man；　〃I　see　you　believe　you　have　me　in　your　power。　　And　in　a　sense　you　are　NOT　mistaken。〃

〃Father；　he　is　right；〃　cried　Josephine　agitatedly。　〃I　shouldn't　love　and　respect　him　as　I　do　if　he　would　submit　to　this　hectoring。〃

〃Hectoring！〃　exclaimed　Burroughs。　　〃Josephine；　leave　the　room。　　I　cannot　discuss　this　matter　properly　before　you。〃

〃I　hope　you　will　not　leave；　Josephine；〃　said　Nor…　man。　　〃There　is　nothing　to　be　said　that　you　cannot　and　ought　not　to　hear。〃

〃I'm　not　an　infant；　father；〃　said　Josephine。　〃Besides；　it　is　as　Fred　says。　　He　has　done　nothing　improper。〃

〃Then　why　does　he　not　say　so？〃　demanded　Burroughs；　seeing　a　chance　to　recede　from　his　former　too　advanced　position。　　〃That's　all　I　ask。〃

〃But　I　told　you　all　about　it；　father；〃　said　Josephine　angrily。　　〃They've　been　distorting　the　truth；　and　the　truth　is　to　his　credit。〃

Norman　avoided　the　glance　she　sent　to　him；　it　was　only　a　glance　and　away；　for　more　formidably　than　ever　his　power　was　enthroned　in　his　haggard　face。　　He　stood　with　his　back　to　the　fire　and　it　was　plain　that　the　muscles　of　his　strong　figure　were　braced　to　give　and　to　receive　a　shock。　　〃Mr。　Burroughs；〃　he