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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
THE GAMBLER MEETS HIS FATE.
ately. "I am glad he had some humanity. But, God forgive me, I am glad he is dead ! I must tell you something," she added, drawing herself away from him, as she strove to calm herself.
"All you need to tell me, Nellie, is why you married me when you knew this man was your husband, and was alive. I know it now, tho I wouldn't have believed it on his word."
"Because I feared he might spoil my happiness again, and more fatally than he had before. It would have been like him to return and claim me, just to thwart me. And you had made me love you with a woman's strong love — not a romantic girl's. I could not let you go. I knew nothing could ever induce me to live with him again. My love for you was so great that I could not endure the thought of losing it. And I saw that my little Luella would have a father's care as well as a mother's devotion.
"But one cannot do wrong and hope to prosper. Fate brought that man to this door that he might blast my hap
piness before he went out of it to meet his own fate. I will go ! I will not burden you. You could not trust me now. But do not think me a wicked, or a designing woman. God knows, if I sinned against you, it was my love for you that made me do it."
Her slight, beautiful form shook vith renewed sobs as she sought to arise.
"No, you must forget it, Nellie," he said, with low-voiced ardor, as he folded her to his breast and pressed his manly kisses upon her tear-stained cheek. "You will go, but it will be with me, to some place where we are not known, and get married, for fair. This way, no one can know it but ourselves. And once the parson has done the trick, we will forget it, too, little wife. I can almost forgive that cur, on account of the good turn he has done us now by getting wiped out, for good. No credit to him. And then we'll forget him forever — see ?"
The way she looked at him and then buried her head on his shoulder showed that she did.