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One Woman’s
Story
By Virginia T. Van De Water.
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CHAPTER XXVIII
JMMER slipper into autumn, and
autumn faded into winter, and
the life In the Middlebrook cot
tage continued on its somewhat monoto
nous waj Mary Fletcher knew few of
her neighbors, for, although several of
the villagers called to see her. she did
not return their visits She found them
to be kind, good-natured people, but
those with whom she was brought into
contact had tastes and manners entire
ly different from hers.
It was now that she appreciated for
the first time that in marrying a man
©n a lower plane of education, breeding
and refinement
cutting
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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“No; but sometimes our benefits aro
so much like impositions that a near
sighted and quick-tempered man is
likel) to gat hi ■ wo mixed up. in
the meantime all we can do Is go
ahead. But don *. mistake the motives
of your investors. You've slmpiy
given them a new experience—-ft new
song, a song in keeping with the age.
You’re digging a hole and you're go
ing to make them rich. It’s like the
roar of the subway—they can under
stand it. But that doesn’t make them
j like paying for rides to pay interest
from herself, she was
herself off from the class
which she belonged There were in i on watered subway stock.’’
kiiddlebrok families of culture, but none go In and get one little
.‘uriTiSnfflr ™eVh™ nn | Allan rtMn, with,
t);e train, found him coarse and common laugh. I think you n d It. Your
and took it for granted that his wife | mental vision Is obscured,
was like him, therefor© never suggested
that their wives and daughters should
cail on her and her mother. The peo
ple of whom Bert Fletcher would have
made friends considered his wife "stiff
and haughty Mary went out little, for
her household duties kept her at home
much of the time and she did not like
to leave her mother alone. Moreover
phe herself was not well and shrank
from making new acquaintances.
Early Breakfast.
“No,” returned Rives, ns he, too,
rose, “my mental vision is again busy
regarding the ruins of the Tower of
Babel.”
T
So one day was much like another to
the young wife Each morning she pre
pared her husband's early breakfast,
then cooked her mother's breakfast, tak
ing her <>wn morning repast after Bert
bad started for his train He was a
heav) sleeper, and awakening him at 6
o'clock on a winter’s morning whs not
an easy task. He usually lay abed so
late that he had time to gulp down only
a hasty breakfast before leaving the
bouse 1’nder these conditions the wife
could not ear with him. and he did not
^ ggost that she do so, but seemed very
willing to have her wait upon him,
bringing him his cereal, egg bread and
coffee as he was ready for them.
When the furnace fire was started at
the beginning of the cold weather Bert
bad attended to It morning and night
Boon, however, he detailed the morning
shaking down of the furnace to ids
wife, and, as she did not demur, he got
into the habit of letting her perform
this work. Several times lately he had
come home at night with his breath
smelling of liquor, and on these oc
casions Mary had advised him timidly
to go to bed early.'' an«i she had
banked the fires for the night and. when
necessary, pumped the water into the
tank for use in kitchen and bathroom.
in the hours between her husband’s
leaving and returning home, Mary toiled,
not only because in a country house
there is much actual toil to he per
formed. but to keep herself from think
ing Sometimes Bert remained in town
all night, and she was conscious of a
sense of relief when he did this, even
while she was afraid to wonder what lie
whs doing and if his breath smelt again
©f whisky Her father had never cared
for liquor In any form and she had the
horror of drunkenness felt by women
who have known only temperate men.
It seemed to her as if a dark shadow
were creeping stealthily into her life,
but she feared to face it.
There were days when Burt would ap
pear as his good natured, clear-headed
eelf. and then his wife tried to love him.
Bhe made herself consider his good
traits, and to talk of them with her
mother. When her mother-in-law came
out ftt Chrlfttmftft to make ft Visit, M«ny
played her part so well that the preju
diced matron remarked to Bert that
perhaps, after all, he had "picked a bet
ter wife" than she had at first feared
"But she ain't very strong. Bert," she
warned him “If you don't want a sick
1> woman on your hands, make her take
car e of herself "
Herbert Fletcher laughed comforta
bly
"Oh, don't you bother about her, ma.”
be said "She never complains, and she
would if she was sick. Besides, she
civ n’t work near as hard as she did be
fore I married her. Then she was in
1‘earson’s all day. and doing housework
hi home morning and night as well.”
Bhe Did Not Answer.
Only once did Mary venture to speak
to her husband of the fear that gnawed
& her heart It was the da> after New
Year's Mrs Fletcher. Senior, returned
To town on January 1. declaring that
she had “stood the lonesomeness of the
country" as long as she could. Bert
bad escorted her back to New York,
staling his intention of staying in town
that night Mary took it for granted
that he would dine with his mother,
but when, the next day Sunday he
came out on the morning train, she saw
by his heav> eyes that he had been up
lute the night before, ami noted that
there were still the fumes of stale to
bacco on his breath. She said nothing
about the matter, however, until, the
lioon meal dispatched, he threw himself
on the parlor sofa to read the Sunday
{ mipars Than he held out hla hand to
ter.
"Sit here by me. why don't you, Ma
mie? Perhaps the smell of my pipe
makes you sick, does it?” he asked.
Solicitude for her welfare was not fre
quent with him these days, and his
kindly inquiry touched the unhappy
woman. She came to him swiftly, and,
drawing a chair up to the edge of the
sofa, spoke eagerly, yet embarrassedly.
touching his huge hand lightly with
trembling Angers
"Bert," she began gently, "I don't
mind the smell of tobacco But lately
- I have w orrled Ben won let deal
because your breath smells often of
whisky, and I have been afraid —"
Her husband threw back his head w ith
a boisterous laugh. "Little goose!" he
exclaimed "Have you let a silly thing
like that worry you? Look her. Ma
mie. I do take a glass of liquor with a
friend sometimes, but it don’t hurt me
I’ve been doing it for years, and I don’t
propose to stop it now. see?"
His wife did not answer, and he went
on:
"You don’t know life and you don't
know me If you did you would under
stand that business demands that I treat
a chap row and then, and drink with
him, too, if 1 would not seem like a
cheap skate. And, child," becoming se
rious as he saw her anxious face. "1
never take a drop too much, so don’t
let's talk about the matter "~*tir I'm
free, white and a good ways past 21,
and 1 don’t need management, even by
you Moreover," setting his square jaw
stubbornly. “I don’t mean to stand it
from any woman Don't forget that I
won't be bossed'"
There was no danger of her forget
ting the fact, the wife mused bitterly
A Crisis.
~>FTAT same afternoon Matid Allan
had a somewhat casual visitor,
an occurrence that might have
had strange results if I>est1ny had not
at once begun to move in the great
tunnel drama with Inconceivable sud
denness.
The visitor was Fthel Lloyd. There
was no reason why she should not
have called on A* e. Allan at the Tun
nel City, excepting that she had not
done .«*> for several years Also, there
was no reason why she should have
two several and distinct ex-.uses. And,
furthermore, there was no occasion
for her to blush when she g.1vo either
one of them but she did all of these
things.
Mrs. Allan was somewhat flustered
at first herself when the caller was
announced, but she received the girl
with sweet cordiality. Bhe had Just
been talking to her husband over the
telephone, and possibly this had some
thing to do with it. He told her Rives
was on his way down to Tunnel City
and that he. Allan, had Just been
called to Montreal.
-it has been a long time sine*- l
have seen you." she said, ns she
pressed the girl’s face and looked into
the lovely face
"Yes,” said Miss Lloyd, "I have
never been so busy. Papa gives me
more and more to do all the time, and
It seems to me I have hardly breathed
for a year."
“Mr. Allan tells me he sees you
occasionally."
Their glances flickered and crossed
for an instant, and Maud felt a long-
formed sub-conscious suspicion leap
Into a conscious certainty.
“Yes,” the girl was saying, calmly,
"papa has given me most of the de
tail of the tunnel work to handle.
But " she smiled like a child, “I
didn’t come to talk about my work—
I want to see yours.”
“Mine?” Mrs. Allen smiled a little
vaguely.
“Yes I've heard so much about
your model hospital and kindergarten
and all the rest of it for the working
people here. You know. I’m greatly
interested in that sort of work, loo,
In my leisure time."
A Peculiar Tone.
Mrs. Allan felt that the tone some
what belittled the great humanitarian
work she had carried on in the Tun
nel City, and resented It; but she
smiled as little Edith trotted out onto
the veranda where they were sitting.
“I can give it only my leisure time,
too,” she said. “This is my real work '
Miss Lloyd cooed over the child In
the most approved fashion, and then
suggested that she would love to see
the hospital and recreation building If
Mrs Allan could sjjare the time to
guide her. This was safe ground, and
the two women passed un interesting
hour on nn Inspection tour, in the
course of which Miss Lloyd insisted
that she be allowed to complete the
somewhat Inadequate library.
"Mr. Allan is not here?” she in
quired. with just faint suggestion of
an effort to be natural. They had re
turned to the house and she was pre
paring to make her adieu.
{ TT unfortunatel;
Allan, with r<
Maud Allan and Jack Rives, twx> human beings to whom what was, perhaps, the inevitable, had happened.
Why Don’t You Get Rid
of That Corn To=night?
■Where Is the reason in paring, peel
Ing. picking and gouging at that corn,
when you have been at it for months
and it hurts more than ever? You
can’t remove the whole corn that way.
but you can and do endanger yourself
to blood poisoning Yes. many deaths
have resulted from a careless slip of
the blade and an irritated, bleeding corn
Jacobs' Magic Corn Liquid is a scien
tific formula from our own laboratory
which we have thoroughly tested and
guarantee tc be successful. There i-
positively no pain and no danger in
vNis method, and it will bring out any
hard or soft, completely, root and
Hfc.'
sold I'se it to-night and
I of mat painful, torturing corn
mail 22c.—(Advt.)
ly,” replied Mrs.
regret. "He tel
ephoned Just a« you came
that he had been suddenly called to
Montreal. I was expecting him this
evening.”
“That's too bad!” exclaimed Ml
Lloyd, sympathetically. "How is he?”
"Very well, 1 think, but badly over
worked. Sometimes he is unable to
come home for even a few hours for
weeks together My only fear Is that
he will break down under It. He has
kept this up for years, but he thinks
that the work will be lighter from
now on."
Miss Lloyd shook her head as one
who longs to be optimistic, but can
not conscientiously Her wonderful
eyes were tilled with concern and Mrs.
Allan resented this, too.
“And now he has this new* worry,”
said the girl.
Another Lie.
Mrs. Allan eyed her, questioning.
"I mean the financial one. You
know It was understood that we
would not try to raise the second
53,000,000,000 until the work was
practically half completed. The ser
pentine tunneling at Bermuda ate up
such an awful lot more than was ex
pected that it won’t be possible to
finish more than a quarter of the en
tire work on the first subscription,
and Mr Allan is trying to figure out
how he can make the showing s
good as possible. But, of course, yon
know about it." she broke off
“1 knew something of it." lied Mrs.
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Allan, and she was angry because she
knew’ that Miss Lloyd could tell she
was lying.
There was no reason for her re
sentment, she told herself, on this
particular count when her visitor was
gone. It was natural that Mac shot! li
talk over many business things with
Lloyd’s daughter, matters that he had
no time for in the few softer mo
ments of his visits home. But w^hile
the intimacy between her husband
and Miss Lloyd might have been, and
might still be, all business on his side,
Maud Allan knew that there was
something beside business in Miss
Lloyd's attitude toward her husband.
Was this also true of him?
She asked the question with a calm
ness that startled her. Was this the
reason that he did not find or mnko
time for more frequent trips to Tun
nel City? Something gripped her
tight—something at her heart—when
the thought came; hut she was
shocked to find that it did not bring
the desolation she would have been I
sure would have followed. She had j
leaped to arms instinctively when she j
divined Miss Lloyd’s attachment for
her husband—but how much of her
readiness to do battle was prompted
by pride and the right of possession?
Was It true that he had groAn awnv
from her and toward this wonderful
and masterful young woman in these
years? And, more amazing, was it
possible that she had ceased to re
gard him as the mainspring of her
life?
Possibly it was. In all that long
afternoon in which she struggled
with new and strange thoughts she
did not once consciously recall to
herself the fact that Mae was tile
father of Edith. and when Rives
came up the steps in the twilight
she greeted him in a sudden warmth
of feeling she had never known be
fore.
It had not been a very pleasant
afternoon for Rives. He had hur
ried to his office where he had sat
for an hour gazing at the piles of
work before him, and his thoughts
were far awtyy from it His thoughts
were not altogether unpleasant, but
he, too, was undergoing a cross ex
amination at the hands of himself
He came out of it well, he t< Id
himself, but Conscience still kept step
with him. He had a sternly re
pressed feeling of Joy. a feeling that
a man forbids himself to recognize.
It arises from the knowledge l hat
what we have secretly desired to hap
pen is happening, though we have
striven our hardest in our duty to
prevent it.
Bad News.
"I have had news for you. Maud,”
he said, as he came up the steps.
She smiled at him—easy-moving,
sun-blackened and handsome, and
dressed in white from collar to shoes.
"Have you?” Her tone was light
and here eyes soft 'Do you know
what you look like?”
He was a trifle talcen aback, but
he laughed Joyously to find her in a
light-hearted mood.
"No—tell me. I guess I can stand
It.”
"You look like a photograph nega-
I tlve when you hold It up to the
light." she bubbled.
He threw his hat on a tabl^ and
| slumped into a seat with an affecU.-
tion of affront,
"That’s nice," he reproached her.
J "Hore I've been playing tennis to
V-r-p .i:v pristine grace and gone hat
j less to get a fine, athletic color—and
even now I am fresh from a hath
and a shave. I expected at ieast that
you were going to say I looked like
oung god alighting before a mo~-
damsel. Instead of which I am
told I look like a dolled-up nigger."
"The reward of foppishness. ' she
told him. But what is the bad
news?”
"Mac can’t get down ♦o-nigbl.”
' She nodded. “I knew it,' the in-
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
The story opens with Rives, who is In charge of the teehnlcaJ work
ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel
trains with baermann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No 4 They
are traveling at the rate of 11* miles an hour. Rives is in love with
Maude Allan, wife of Maokendrlck Allan, whose mind first conceived the
great tunnel scheme After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean
Rives gets out of th<* train. Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. ’J here
is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives is badly wounded.
He staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3.000 men
have probablv perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4.
Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want
to climb .qi u work train, homebody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out.
The scene is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest
financiers ol the country are gathered there at a summons from C. H.
Uoy<], "The Money King " John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al
lan Mrs Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres
ent Allan tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3.100 miles long.
The financiers agree to hack him Allan and Rives want him to take charge
of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Park Club to meet v\ it-
tersteiner. a financier At Columbus Circle news of the great project Is being
flashed on a screen. Thousands are watching It. Mrs, Allan becomes a lonely
and neglected woman and Is much thrown In the company of Rives. Sydney
Wolf, the money power of two continents, plots against Allan and Rives.
Now Go On With the Story.
formed him gravely. "He telephoned
this afternoon. He has been called
to Montreal.”
"To Montreal?”
“That’s what he said.”
"Hm! Oh, yes, —that Canadian steel.
Well, that won’t take him long."
"I hope not. In the meantime, we
needn’t wait dinner until he gets
back.”
Rives smiled hack at her as they
went into the dining room, but his
smile was a little puzzled. He had
never seen her in quite this mood be
fore. It was not her custom to take
disappointment in the matter of Mac’s
visit in this seeming off-handed way.
But his heart leaped as he told him
self he had never seen her so lovely,
so alluring.
A Bad Meal.
It was a mad sort of meal. Maud,
In some filmy white dress, sat across
the table from him and laughed and
talked in light-hearted abandon.
There was softness in her eyes as she
looked at him, a softness in her sil
ver voice as she laughed at him and
softness in her fine-spun hair in the
mellow light—and all of it went to
his head like wine. And through all
of it there was a barely sensed tense-
ness as of expectancy.
At last she rose and held out her
hand to him with a bewildering smile.
"Come out on the piazza." she said.
"We can have our coffee and your
cigarette out there.”
Looking back and laughing like
ed his face and—their lips met.
"Maud! Maud! Maud!” he whisper
ed brokenly and her head rested
lightly on his shoulder.
Then suddenly he almost pushed
her from him and sprang up.
"My God!” he exclaimed.
The Reaction.
Maud sat with her head bowed and
he could not see her face. His head
was whirling and there was singing
in his ears. He could not seem to
grasp that that which had happened
had happened, and when realization
cam e it brought with it a stab of an
guish.
“Now—I’ve done it!” he exclaimed
in a low voice. “Maud—Maud—can
you ever forgive me?”
The pain in his voice rather than
the question made her look up at
him. Her own voice was low and
steady.
"There is nothing to forgive on your
side.”
you could always find time for me—
because you loved me!”
He was silent for a moment, con
fused and groping. Then the sense
of his position came over him with a
rush.
"But, Maud! Maud! Mac is my best
friend in life And—look! I’ve broktn
every line of decency, of honor.
of ” He filled the hiatus with a
groan.
A Woman’s Story.
"I understand, dear,” said the wom-
| an. Why is it that at a time like
this a woman Is so much the older
I and surer of the two? She took his
limp hand and pressed it to her chock.
“But you couldn’t help It, could
you ?”
"No,” he groaned. *T couldn’t he'p
loving you, dearest—God knows! But
I could help the—your knowing it—
this way.”
She laughed a little low, tremulous
laugh. "Haven’t I told you, my big
honest hoy, that I’ve know it for
ever so long?”
"Yes, but I didn’t know that you
kneiy—and that is where the hell of
It lies. And there is no hell quite as
hot aa the one that waits for *he
man who violates the home of his
friend.”
She pressed his fingers hard. ”1
know, Jack, dear. I’ve thought about
this—I know how you feel. But this
is different. I wonder if that coce
was invented by men so that they
might neglect their wives with im
punity? A man's wife ought to be the
biggest thing in his life, and no one
has a right to tamper with the big
gest thing in anyone’s life. But I
am not the biggest thing in Mac’s life.
He would feel less the wrecking of
his home than the wrecking of his
tunnel. If I loved him In spite of it.
this would be all wrong but I have
not loved him for a long time.”
"But, Maud,” he protested, aghast,
as the future opened before him.
“What can we do? I can’t go to
Mac and tell hint ill this. Ah—I
don’t see what else I can do and
hold any semblance of honor.”
“The trouble about ‘honor,’ Jack,”
she said, gently, “is that it admlte
of too many definitions—all of them
made by men. Do you think it *s
honorable—or even moral—for a
woman to hold the place and position
of a wife when she no longer has for
a man the attachment that should
accompany that position?”
Rives shook his head and groaned
again.
“I can’t think—I can't think about
it to-night, dearest, ’ he said patheti
cally, and he rose to go. ”I've got to
go down to the end of the workings
to-night—should have gone there
earlier. I’ll see you to-morrow, and
by that time we'll have it thrashed
out. Good-bye—and God bless you!”
He took both of her hands In his
and, stooping, kissed them. She
watched, with that soft light in her
eyes, the bowed head, with its wavy
hair, and she suddenly took it in her
hands and kissed it.
“Good-bye—till to-morrow,” she
whispered, “and take good care of
yourself.”
| me anc j—| | e t you stay. If I had been She stood at the head of the artepe
as clever with myself as I was with and watched him until his white flg-
I you I would have known why. But I j tire was lost In the white background
didn’t know—really—until to-day.” < of the road.
Her voice was very, very low. “Now
—both of us know!” To Be Continued To-morrow.
He ro3e and stood before her, look- —
ing down. “And I never dreamed that _____
you guessed I—oh, Maud! I believed
that you never thought of anyone but
Mac—that you never loved any-
CcLst Aside
, _ ! Before the decisive battle aTTshtlb an
"I wonder ” she said, slowly, If I j (ngren i ous method of signaling on the
| ever loved him. I know’ I could have, part of the enemy was discovered by
j Jack—I know that! But I was bo j the Servians. A cowherd was taking
j young when w r e were married. I had ■ five cows out to pasture on a hill half-
never seen any other men, and Mac , way between the two camps. He drove
was so masterful and sure of himself ■
—Just the sort of a plan to take a girl
by storm. When he proposed to me
and I put him off I got a note the
next day—like a business letter—glv- I
lng me 24 hours to decide. That took j
1 he Engaged
Girl
Do You Know—
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE,
W HAT shall a girl say when she
receives an engagement ring?
Well, now\ what dm you
think of a question like that?
Who gave you the ring, little sis
ter, and w’hat did you think wnen n«>
gave it to you? Do you love htrr H
were you so happy you could scarce
ly breathe?
Well, then, why didn’t you say so,
and be done with it?
What shall you say, how shall you
act; is this proper; is that right?
The heart is the best Judge when
it comes to things like this.
Is Your Heart Frozen?
What have you done to your heart
—frozen it up solid, reading a lot of
stuff about what Is “the proper
thing” and “w’hat isn’t done,” and who
ought to speak first and w'ho must
never, never say a word though the
whole world be hanging in the bal
ance?
Etiquette—what etiquette is there \
about being engaged?
What do you think you'll do when
you come to die—ask some one to
read an etiquette book to tell you
how' to shut your eyes and bid fare
well to this vain world?
W r hen they put your first baby in
your arms, how in the world will you
know' how to act unlees some Mrs. j
Grundy is there to tell you?
What! Shocking! Oh, yes, of
course, babies are dreadfully shock
ing, aren’t they, and so is life and so
Is death and so is love and so are
lots and lots of things, but they are
real Just the same. And so, why
don’t you meet them like a real wo
man and not like some little, painted,
Jointed doll that has to wait till you
pinch her even to say "Mamma” or
“Papa” in her squeaky little artificial
voice.
What must you say when he gives
you the ring, dear heart, what must
you say when he’s sick and wants
you to hold his hand and make him
something good to eat and pull down
the shade and make the room comfy
and read him something to send hint
to sleep.
What Must You Say?
What must you say when you and
he stay up all night watching for the
dawn to tell you whether she’s going
to live or not?—the little girl you
both love so dearly.
What must you do when somebody
tries to take him aw*ay from you and
your heart is breaking and you don’t
really know whether he cares or not?
What are you, little sister, any
how; a girl—a real live girl—or Just
a make believe, cut-out of some
fashion paper with bits of feet that
couldn’t walk an honest step to save
anybody’s life and tiny hands that
couldn’t put a biscuit into shape if
the fate of a nation depended on it?
What must you say?—why, say
what you think, say what you feel,
say what you mean—and stop think
ing about it, that’s all. •*
Who Waa?
Little Biffins—Jolly party that at
the Highflyers last night. Is It true
you w’ere the only sober man in the
room after I left?
His Reverence (shocked)—No, cer
tainly not!
Little Biffins (innocently) — By
Jove, you don’t mean that? Who was
then?
them about, sometimes two together,
then one at a time, then three, thus
conveying information to the Bulgarians
aa to the position and strength of the
Servian battalions.
H
-Maud,” he began. ”1 can’t
E stood for a moment in rigid
silence and then suddenly sat
beside her again and took her
hand.
"Maud
—I don’t /*
“Don’t try, Jack.” she Interrupted
gravely. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“But it was—it was!” he cried,
dropping her fingers and clutching his
hair with both hands. His “code”—
his
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But the woman in me never truly j hauser, in the Harz Mountains, has pre
loved him—it was only the girl’s ado- sented a diploma to Frau von Hansteln,
ration for a strong man. He won the a 75-year-old lady, who last month
girl and he never thought it neces- made her sixtieth ascent of the loftiest
sary to win the woman.’’ peak of the range, a snow'-clad crest
“Do you mean ” he began won- 4 qqq feet
deringly. ! ’
“I mean, my dear boy, that the TRre© nuns have Just left Montreal to
love of the woman was cast aside for S j je nd the remainder of their lives in the
the honor of digging a bigger 1 leper colony at Sheeklung Island, near
than anyone had ever dug before, 1 . ... , .....
she said, without bitterness “Please , C*nUm. All three are onl> a little more
don’t think I am spiteful or small or ! than twenty years of age. For a time,
ungenerous. I glory in Mac’s achieve- ! at al l events, they will be the only nuns
ments and am proud of his greatness. ! < i ar ® i 01 }Sf/u
T . , , .i. , . 0 . 1 nese women suffering from the awful
I told you that one night when we 1 <jjgease of leprosy, and a separate hoa-
rode up the Lakewood road. But a , pital has been erected for them by
man doesn’t win and hold the love of i Father CoYirardy and his few asslstanta
a wo mail by digging remote holes in
the ground.”
“You don't think Mac doesn’t love
you!” he exclaimed. “You know that
everything he does is for you.”
“Sit down. Jack.” she gently ordered
him. And when he had mechanically
obeyed: “That Is a very beautiful
thought. It is what young girls be
lieve of the man they love; but grown
women know better. A man's love
doesn’t find expression in steam shov
els. You know ami I know that Mac
would have built this tunnel no mat
ter whether he had ever seen me or
not. When a man says that every
thing he has done is due to his wife,
it is merely % beautiful compliment.
The wife, if she has any sense, knows
that it isn’t true. Can you lmagim
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,-lnld she led him out.to the^ j • ■ ..j f th( , re , vas any fault," she said,
served .t ™ wonderluI nUt. and I and .distinctly, "it was mine,
!lE. "lu 'Ei'Inni’ He could only groan miserably.
that they sat long in dreamy silence,
Out beyond in the white moonlight
the great white horses of the Atlantic
were racing shoreward and the swish
of their manes and the thunder of
their charge came up to them from
the strand. The fresh salt air was
scented with perfume of sweetpeas
that grew in the thick tangle along
the rail. The heat and clamor of
the tunnel working far inland were
only a faint murmur.
Rives’ gaze was out to sea. His
cigarette burned down to his fingers;
until, at last, he tossed It over the
railing and turned to her with a sup
pressed sigh There was only a small
low stand between them and their
chairs faced the sea. Maud was
leaning her elbows on the arm of her
chair, watching him. Her lips were
parted in a wonderful little smile. The
piazza was in shade, but there was a
light in her eyes that shone through
the darkness.
He v.^s conscious of no will to
move, but as if drawn by the witchery
of her eyes, his hand crept out slow
ly and closed over the slender fingers
of her own. She made no move un
less it wa6 to sway, ever so slightly,
toward him. Nearer and nearer she
yourself building a skyscraper at Rio
system of honorable living—had j Janeiro as a proof of your love for
me?”
“Not that, exactly,” he conceded,
feebly, “but ”
“Let me finish,” she interrupted.
“You have been nearly as busy as
Mac. You have been called away
from here when It would have be^n
easier for you to stay a week—but
"You see. dear boy,’’ she went on
softly, stroking his hand with her fin
gers. ‘‘I’ve known that you loved me
for ever so long.”
At this he straightened with a sort
of gasp and stared at her. She smiled
gently upon him.
“Didn’t you suppose that I knew?
Why, Jack, you are so open and frank
and honest that I am glad that there
have not been other women around
here much. They would have seen it
as easily as I have.”
“But why—why did you let me ”
Her eyes fell. “I knew you loved
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