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Photoplay Magazine
"How much does this man mean to you?" asked Sato. "The whole world," answered Mildred.
tell me vou were just in from Sonora? Why did you conceal all these things? Why have you lied, and lied?"
"I was afraid you wouldn't love me."
"Now I'm sure I don't love you. I gave you everything I had — my family, my name, and I was going to give you my life. You gave trie — rotten falsehoods !"
Benita's eyes narrowed ominously.
"We had a proper license, and we were married by a priest of the Catholic Church. I assure you I haven't committed bigamy. You'll find that marriage holds."
And as he looked at her, Harry believed in a personal hell. His horrible marriage was hell, and his wife was its chief demon.
Harry went to stay at the Ambassador's house, while Benita moved her things to the Hotel Nationale, and registered as "Mrs. Harry Maxwell" — and that there might be no mistaking her for any other Maxwell: "U. S. Embassy."
In a feAv days, through the Ambassador. Harry tendered her a formal offer of $50,000 to annul the marriage. She refused, but her manner lost its harshness. She cultivated everywhere the symptoms of a broken heart, and wrote her unrelenting husband, each day, tender, pleading letters.
Thinking that he might liavc a freer hand witli Harry away, the Ambassador.sent him to San Francisco. Failing in offers and open negotiations, he had resolved not to be above strategy or a gas attack.
Principally through governmental i n fl u e n c e, this mesalliance had never been telegraphed out of the country by the correspondents. The newspaper boys stood with the American representative in the Embassy on most things, and when he asked for the seal of silence on this, lie got it.
So Mildred, and Sato, were quite uninformed of the thing they would have read the msming following its happening, had it not been for the hard heel of Uncle Sam. Harry might have been described by the
authors of detective stories as weighed
down by terrible guilt. As a matter of
fact, his mercurial disposition permitted
him to be weighed down by nothing ; the
thing was over, as far as he was ■ ip
cerned — past.
gone, never
to return. It,
had g i \ e n ]
him a bad ten
days, and he'
had lest flesh
and color. Mildred attributed
these losses to
some fearful
danger, coupled
w i t h tremendous exertion.
Sato grimly
believed that
for the first
time in his life
Harry might
have done
some real work. B u t of the
three, H a r r v