Crying for the Light Volume Ii Part 20

'I wish,' he said to himself, as he drove home, 'I had stopped at the club. I was a fool to go behind the scenes. I would like to be revenged on that Wentworth, but how? That's the difficulty. The age of duelling is past, murder has ceased to be one of the fine arts, and I must grin and bear it.'

So far the Baronet was right. In the eye of the law, and at the bar of public opinion, the man who resorts to force is hopelessly in the wrong.

We moderns, like the G.o.ds of Epicurus, approve

'The depth, but not the tumult of the soul.'

Poor Rose was not a little upset. Her face was marble, but her heart was sad. Was this man to track her steps?

'Rose, my beautiful,' said her companion, when they were fairly out of the theatre, 'we have loved each other long, and the sooner we get married the better. It is not safe for you to be alone.'

It was thus he spoke, nor did he speak in vain.

We hear much of woman's rights in these days. I am old-fas.h.i.+oned enough to believe that her first right is a husband to look after her. It is not well for man or woman to be alone.

END OF VOL. II.