The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 15, 1913, Page 8

shysters, and I gave ‘em plain talk. | wn bine} == MANY WATERS —= _ By MARGARET DELAND 5 a) (Copyright, 1913, by the Newspaper)! heard the shut and could Enterprise Assowiation) hard! my ears She “Well!” possessed herself of one of his “True bill; I'm wwfatly sorry handy. so he had to dive as best ne Thomas Fleming did not speak. could ¥ the other, to fish out The other man, his Inwyer, who her candy. She took it, with «ay had brought him the unwelcome pretense scolding, and then news, began to make the best of !t. checked herself, “Of course, it's an annoyance; You look tired, Tom. Wher but— you've had your dinner you'll fe “Woll, yes. It's an annoyance,” be’ Fleming said, dryly. Ah, Amy Fleming knocked the ashes from Yes Tell me; I knew yo! Dis cigar. Ho was nt hadn’* had a good day “As for Hammond, he won't have When he t her, she sa a leg to stand on. | don't know dur fae w what Ellis & Grew meant by let wht stricker ting Aim take the case before the But firet ac grand jury. He won't have a les mer there wa: to stand on! the relie 4 stood u “What has Hammond got?” her del Rates continued. “What's he got’ strataca, to support his opinion that you To accuse you! YOU! Tt was fust what Bates had said pinched $3,000 from the Hammond estate? His memory of something | Somebody said 12 years axo, and | an old check, Well, we won't do a thing to ‘em!” His client stood absently locking and unlocking his desk. “I sup pose ‘t will be in the evening "he sald. “Oh, I guess so,” the younger man said, easily; “the findings of the jury were reported this morn ing. Plenty of time for the eat} tions. “Then I'll take an early train| ”" Thomas Fleming quickly; “my wife—" he pause “Doesn't Mrs. Fleming about it?” the lawyer said, et. sais jo,’ the other man sald, gloom- fly; ‘I didn’t want her to worry over it. But, of course, now shes got to know.” The lawyer behind him, Office door, hesitated. “Floming, really, it isn't going 19] @mount to anything. Of course, I know how you feel about Mrs | Fiem!ng, but-—" | The man at the window turned round. “Rather than have her di» turbed, ['d compromise on ft. [I'd pay him. rd—" The lawyer raised his eyebrows. | “This time, I think, Hammond !s honest. I guess he really believes he has a case; but Fllis & Grew are soorks, and you'd be encourag img diackmail to compromise.| Anyway, you couldn't do it. Grew Volunteered the information that! their man ‘couldn't be bought off"; | he meant to put it through, Grew) said. I told him they'd got the wrong pig by the ear. I told him! that Thomas Fleming wasn't the| ‘kind of man who purchases peacy at the cost of principle. They're} at the| Now, don’t let Mrs. Fleming take ft to Seart. Tell her I say it will) be a triumph!” | He went off laughing. Fleming) When he had told her, she stood dumb before him. them, one by one, hurriedly, for the knew she needed that rest ut staira be the company « She pulled the books out impa tently. One or two were her ow notepooks; but the rest were Tom't memorauda—accounts, noter, et¢ ete, back to—"Why, dear me! aid Amy to herself, "they go bac to before we were married!” Th was one date that caught she had heard it repens 1 in the lant had heard it tha morning in court, when Th Fleming had said In March, Smith paid me in one 00 4,400 for a plec of land belonging to the Hammond estate, and $3,000 which he owed y personal account The flexible, red-covered diary a 1887 drew her hand wit ination which comes wita remembered pain. Ah! how sh had suff y time that date jell "Wh na drop of fea upon ber heart She shivered « she the book. It occurred to h vague surp that this book would pre tled the whole only remem bere in court that th year had been among certain office books burned tn the great March which he destro ave clearet ally mbly have wet fire, when the bullding in had flee had b might this book matter whole for mmf | ! about the Ha t Sh forget her the nap she ought have forgot the p alte \ | Bether, ab sat down on the floor A)! runaing the pages over eagerly. | \\ occurred to her, as a climax of th | successful day that she would ) bring this book out at dinner (if mea beet ie ould only find something Sometimes she emiled at Thomas about t $14,400'), and show it as Fleming; and sometimes exchanged ber final triumph. Then her eyes , word or two with Mr. Bates,|fell om the figures $17,400 Once he leaned over and sald Recetve from L. H, Smith to You make me think of a poem day $17,400 for Hammond prov I read somewher now, what was erty, In Linden Hill Then th th name of it? I can only remem. comment: “A whacking good price * 1 hardly expected to get so mu cluteh of circumstance, The signifi pf this brief state | have not winced or cried aloud ment did not penet her jo. That's as far aa l can go; bu She tegan eagerly to look again what you make me think of.” for tho other figu and then She tur and finished turned back, perplexed. 7.400 for the verse. ‘8 Henleys ‘lam the the Hammond property? Suddeni captain of my soul,”’ she sald. “I/her cyo caught another familiar have it somewhere; 1 copied ft sum-—-$3,000 Ah, now she would once, because | cared so much for find it! Yon, vertly, so she did read to to you tonight, after | “Borrowed $3,000 from Hammont Estate to pay back money borrowed Bates said, heartily, and from the Ropes Batate turned away to listen to Fleming. who was on the stand. MPlemings evidence was as straightforward as the man himself. Yes, Smith (now Buidenly tt seemed to this poor woman, sitting on the floor, her whole slender body tingling with : fatigue—-tt seemed as if someth Her face wi cate anc happy color up into he-|three times; thing sort of hung fire. face, nct the gift itself. They were | You wouldn't understand {t, Amy. Very happy, these two; perhaps be-|But when he bought this Ham cauze they were only two. There| mond property for $14,400, he made had heen a baby, but it had only|out the check for $17,400—he'd had lived long enough to draw them|a windfall, so he could pay me very close together, and not, as|what he owed me See? 1 got fome*imes happens, to push them|my money. Unders' @part again; and there were many| “Perfectly, she # “what a friend:. Naturally, all the thwart-| rascal Hammond ts!" ed maternity of the woman was| Her husband was silent. Amy's added to the wife's love; and tha|knecs were shaking under her paternal instinct of the man (which|“Oh, 1 could kill that man, I could fs, for the most part, only amuse-| kill him! ment and the sense of protecting Well as he knew her, he looked and giving joy) was centered tnjat her with astonishment—this his wife. So it was no wonder that,| mild creature to speak with going home on the train, he winced|such ceadly, vindictive passion! at the thought of telling her that;She came and knelt down beside that ‘fool Hammond,” who “would/him! he felt her heart pounding In not have a leg to stand on,” had|her side. prosecuted him criminally for mis She kissed him, silently; and appro; tiation of funds as trusteg| went hack to her seat of oli Mrs. Hammond's estate. The| “Don't let's talk about ft, dear trust bad been closed at her death|est, any more tonight It's only @ month or two before, and the ee-|on the surface; tate handed over to her son—thia| ble. game Hammond, who “thought hs| Ha nodded gratefully remembered” hearing old Smitn| did not speak of it again say, 1c years before, that he, Smith,| Put that night Amy Fleming, had paid the Hammond estate|lying motionless tn her bed, stared $17,409 for a parcel of land; where-|{nto the darkness until the glim as Fleming's trustee account put! mertng oblong of the window told the sum received at $14,400. her that dawn had come. Am+s husband set his teeth as Jed he sat there in the train planning) “Trouble shows us out friends it isn't a real trou and they how he should tell her. Her in-|Amy said, smiling. And indeed ‘+ eredulous anger he foresaw; and|did, in the Flemings’ case. Whon her anxiety—the anxiety of the|the news of the Indictment of woman unversed in legal matters.|Thowas Meming fell upon his con He damned Hammond in his heart,| munity, there was a moment of and pulled out his evening paper.| stunned astonishment: then of pro There .t was, in all the shameless-|test and disbelief. ness of the flaring headline: “A| “Hammond ts up againat it,” men Leading Citizen Indicted!” and so|said to each other; ‘“Meming” on. The big black letters were| what nonaens Mike a blow in the face. Fleming| But with gentle dignity she toid felt that every commuter on the|every one she was very sorry Mr train was looking over the top of|Hamuond was so—foollah. Tom his newspaper at him. And he had| had en trustee of the Hammond to teil Amy! The fact was, Thomas |estats for nearly 20 re, and he Fleming had no experience in dis-|had given time “Theugh, of course grace and did not know how to|{t {s only Mr. Hammond,” Amy co’ cond.t:t aimeelf. When he swung|recte’ herself, carefully Just; “the off oato the platform and plodded|rest of the family are nice people slowly up the lane to his own|His mother was auch an honorable house, {t seemed to him as though| woman. And his wife—1 am sorr his very ‘eet hung back! When|/for his wife.” Amy thought a hy foot touched the lowest step of|great deal about hia wife. “Bhe the porch, ‘he door opened wide| must know what he is. poor soul! and Amy stqod there |ehe said to herself. And, knowing, “Go right into the house! Youn'll| she could not respect him And, take cold.” he commanded | without sespect, love must have Bur she drew him inside with|crumbied away eager welcome. “Why, how DID) So, in spite of her deep resent you manage to get the 5 o'clock?! ment at Hammond, Amy felt some- with a quivering smile “Now he said, kindly, deceased) had paid him in Marca, fell, shuddering, down lead “aoeet black cloth bag and white and her eyes terror stricken. 1857, the sum of $17,400. Of this, and down, in her breast about among some papers: wr | $3,000 was on a personal account enourh. this physica’ then tnlocked his desk, andfound| The first thought everywhere; tnin 0 was fo! arcel of land informed her soul. She « like tenderness for Ham 8 for a par Ian nfor what he had been looking for—a|would be of the absurdity of such) mond's wite—losing both respect to the Hammond estate | self cpoak, as one falling into the fed Lego for his wife. A min-|a charge against Thomas Fle™ jandq jove, poor soul! ck was made to his order; unconsciousness of an anesthetic ute leter he was in the street. As_ ing. | ¢ . he 4eposited it in his own bank ac hears, with ague astonishment he pares meow babe the surge - “It's blackmail,” Amy ne | eg Pine Bab ee eee count ond immediately drew against words faltering unbidden from the ward- he | § }@ tres, check fe 00 to oO {ip ‘0. >. No! © ° looked doubttully Minto Ge tore Or eats we shall have no|perceptibly thinner and whiter "7 So ercn, thes Mbewed a ba mea Miektens’ cee igen - Stores; he wished he had bough: | difficulty in throwing them down,’| For, beneath all her certainties. | 1.0. and definite statement of that, Ont in the ball the half-hour Miolets for Amy instead of candy; |he sald. “They bring their case,|the foar of the Law remained. 849) oooay smith owed him; a debt /struck, muffled and mellow, Thea | he had taken her candy last Satur-| really, on Smith's old check to me|>TOoded over Instances of goodaees | hi he wag unable to aprroborate silence. day. He debated whether he had for $17,400. suspected, of innocent men con-|Dy'nis hooks for the sitmle reason |, “God, tf he did it, I can't live Not better get the violets, too; but| “I don't understand?” Amy said. demoed, of the blunders and mie shar his books had been burned {n can't clive.” decided against them, bdecause|It had always been a joke between ‘kes of Justice. It was not until t0 great tire of that year. Over Surdenly the happenings of the Amy was stern with him when he|them that Amy did not know any-|‘htee ot four days before the trial) vig over back and forth, round and seemed to blur and run to Was extravagant for her sake. Sha|thing about business, so she tried ‘hat Bates realized what e@vea ring ihe prosecution went, gaining nor, and there was & momer fever suw extravagance in any pur-|to smile when she asked him to Tomas Fleming had not under), neh not of unconsc chase he made on his own ac-|explata stood, that she was consumed with the end was obvious from indiifte Gueet! Oa” he scla tunsatis “tt is fear. When the lawyer penetrated he aaa teat piaar So Fleming, smiling, forbore to|simplo enough. L. H. Smith owed tis he roared with laughter, which hana’ eak a to: fine et Whole beitix was add a bunch of violets to his box|me $3,000—a personal matter. 1/ Was the beat thing he could have was, so Rates told the sick. She steadied herself by th of candy. After all, {t was his|once sold bim some stock; he gave “one commonplace. He bookanelves; and then, somehow, thought that would bring the deli-|me his note; had to renew two or, “You think I'm a fool?” she aati 4 kindly, in his § aot wpeth Te was the aleht of tunate Hi the jury grinned. The v the soft dress, with tt« pretty laces, let me explain It to you,” dict that swung her awake. That dress; Bates “and then you won't | declared, was a foregone conclusion | was it here? Was she to put {ft on? be frightened; why, you'll be s¥/And ro, in fact It was, being ren-| Was sie to go and sit at the head sure you'll send out Invitations for| dered fifteen minutes after the jury |of that shining table down in the a dinner party on the 19th, 80 we had been charged dining-room ean celebrate!” And now,” sald Bates, shaking| “Bu:, you know, I—CAN'T,” she Then he laid the grounds of his|hands with his client, “let's go and | sald aloud confidence. Hammond, to start| get sornething © Come, Mra. But she did with, was a fool. “He always has! Plemiag, you'll go with us? You look] Py the time Fleming and his been a cheap fellow, but this timelike an army with banners! |counsel came trampling up from th he’s just a fool.” But Amy, with proud eyes, said| gate, at a quarter past seven, and Oh, go on, go on!” she en must go home. “You will come|stopned, hilariously, to kick the treniet ut «ith Tom this evening?” she|anow off their boots t enter- Hammond, being a fool, and hav-\said. “Dinner is at half-past seven; |!ng the hall, Amy Fleming had ing this vague idea about the price | you can dress at our house; and, of/arisen to meet the summons of paid by Smith for the land, and cours», you must stay all night.”| Life. having secured the old check to Bates promised, and Fleming} When Amy Fleming, ghnetly, tn Prove (as he thinks) that auch alatientiy squeezed his wife's hand.|her pretty dinner dress, sought ref price was paid, falls into the hands| Amy's eyes spoke to him. luge In the Kitchen (the one spot of these sharks, “They know there) The joyous and beautiful day|where her husband would not be {fe nothing to It, but they think they | passe; the afternoon was gay with|apt to puraue her), and stood Isten can pull out a plum somehow,” sald | congratulations; but the succession g to the voices of the two meu Mr. Bates. Then carefully he told of friendly calls was fatiguing. At| going upstairs, Mary Ann, the wait her th story point by polnt.|last she reflected it would be well| reas, need no information that there Priefly, {t was, that while thers|to have a little nap, so that she|was ‘something the matter.” was no question that $17,400 had be bright and rested for the| “She looks like she was dead, been paid to Thomas Fle c.| Jubilant ening—oh, that poem Jane Hammond could not disprove Mr. Bates wanted to see! She had} ‘her mistress sald, “T wish ing’ defense that only $14,400 of forgotten all about it; she must|you would open a bottle of cham was to go to the Trust; and that find it before she went upstairs, |pagne; one of the pints, not one of the remaining $3,000 was in pay-| The dining room was satisfac-|the big bottles; and give—me—a of Smith's debt to him with {ts ten friendly chairs| glass; her voice was faint. Jane said Bates, kindly. As he up about the sparkling obeyod hurriedly, and as the cor spoke, the drawn look on her face|table. And her best dress was up-| popped one man upstairs called out lessened, and she drew one or two staira spread out on the bed, with|gayly to the other, “Hullo! has it long breaths; and then, suddenly, |her #ltppers and glover; her flow-|begun already? nt her hands over her eyes,jers—fom would bring her her| Amy drank the wine and hande he knew she w flowers! She thought to herself|the glass back to the anxious P| it was the rebound froin| she would wear them, and then) woman. “T was feeling faint, Jane having gone down to the depths of| put them away with her wedding |I am oll right now, thenk you. Oh fear; but certainty there was al-/bougust that had beem lying, dry |there’s the door bell! I'll go into most iravado in her reaction. She|and fragrant, for all these years,|/the brary And when the two made up her mind to have the dia. with her wedding dress and vell.|rathor early comers had taken off n Tom would come home, | Sighiag with the joy of it all, she|their wraps and made thelr wa crowned with the vindication of his rily half way upstairs; |downstairs again they found tholr integer he would find love,|then remembered Mr. Bates’ poem|hostess smiling whitely at then and friendship, and respect ready | again, and went back to the library,|from the hearthrug to exull with him. Tom, however,| with an uneasy look at the hal'| Thon Thomas Fleming and his objected to the pro: clock, She would not get much of|lawyer came downstairs, and there It’s all right,” he “it's per-ja nap! And the chances of the|was more handshaking and congrat fectly safe, but—" he stopped and|nap lessened still more, because) ulations, and it was not until he frowned. It waa evident that the|she could not at once find her Com-|looked at his wife at dinner that plan 414 not please him. But for|monplace Book, tn which she had| Fleming really saw her face: its once Amy 414 not consult hls pleas-|copled the poem. So, pulling out| haggard pallor struck him dumb in ure. She had her own views; and{one eather volume after another, |the midst of some gay story to the she Jid actually invite a party of|/her tate fell upon her. pretty neighbor on his right. “T'n old iriends to dine with them on| Tha hook looked like her own|afraid my wife 1s not well,” he'said the evening when it was expected |Commonplace Book; Tom had mor nxiously ‘ that a verdict would be given than once given her blankbooks Oh, it's the reaction, Mr. Fi Amy, in her dove-colored dress, | just ke his own—bound in red mo-|ing. Amy has been perfectly sy entered the courtroom with her|rocco, with mottled edges, and{did; but now, naturally, she feel: husband, During the trial, with ajstamved, “Diary, 18 There waa|the reaction.’ | beautiful serenity, she kept at his) a whole row of these books on one| Somehow or other, with its gay jalde, If the proceedings troubled|jof the bottom shelves of the book- ety aad good fgllowship, that dread her, there was no Indication of it,|case and she had been looking at ful evening passed, When the FE SEATTLE STAR ; in the Spotlight—No. 7 LAKE WASHIMOTON Claude C. Ramsay Twenty-four of Seattle, and 1 He omy tour of Canada, “Little old Seattle for years a resident eted | a mine.” always a and he says oster just ¢ | I had to friendly streamed out Into the| think! protect myself; and thet starry wi : here was some| When Fleming came hurriedly up| would be—against. me. And it « t the warden path to his own door,/WOULD be known. Hammond * looked!” he had to pull out his latchkey to) would neve et it be settled pri- can you wonder? Think let ‘lm into the house. He! yately! He couldn't prosecute ma ugh! caus her in the on the old charge, but | suppose he on her bus standing motionless, her back to ight make a claim of—of perjury, nured, “You don’t | door, one hand resting on Anyhow, ju » publicity would * OULD have—done any. telpiece, the other drooptni ruin me prea he would make it hinz? aide, the f # between the pages public. Trust Hammond! Besides, Twelve good men and true have of a book. He came in quickly, with | |'ve <iven {t back ten times over ia naid he didn't; your remark ts out a gay derisive laugh unpald-work to the estate—" He of order You didn't hear me!” Then, a8 stopped abruptly. Amy had fainted. ee sh Ii not turn, he sobered. “Amy, ee The « g closed the door, What is this? Why, Amy! Isthere| Sunday was a long day of strug- ky rr sleak pg Hy - he vt na lanything the matter? Is anything! gic. The immediate horror of vlo- turned anxiousty to his wife. “Amy,, ¥rons? lence was over; he was ashamed; haven't had a chance to speak to Yor There is something—| and loved her; and he was ju! You are worn out. Bates) Wore frightened. But he was immovable. ‘ok at her—she's worn out! Avay,” he said, thoroughly His sardness was worse than bi is the matter?) violence Monday, the holiday—Monday, you. Sit down. There; ‘they struggled to the death. Ib 4 ibrary table. I wilk—-show It was in the afternoon that she attempted a dinner part ted (7° |suddenly flagged. She had been my ta As a He rat down, blankly, his lower | kneeling beside him, entreating ot liv falling open with perplexity. him; ond he had been hard and vio- ‘It's your fault, because y0U FOL She sighed, then came around the! Jent’and childish by turns; but be ne off,” Fleming said, jocosely. The stood behind him and lafd | would not. And toward dusk there fullness of the fir part of the the book down beside him. Shel came a dreedful pause. It was a evening had quite disappeared; be ressed it open, and in silence ran ather flushed and inclined to sudden blasting consciousness thet hive rn bur | Ber finger down the page. the sian must eave of ices Sid aur serge egg loots Pitmet esen og ee {soul. If she forced him to make coked at his wife. “Amy, you must| The fire sputtered a little; theo Perens roe rb aceigag Yee rigbt straight to bed!” everything was still. She had left | 20t ee ss" a ir eg 1 am going now,” she said. him, and had gone back to the — mse! e could n 1 Good fight, Mr. Bates. I—will hearthrug, and stood as before, one m. She drew away and looked at copy that poem for you—-sometime,” hand on the mantelpiece, the other Se ace satan Ustless at her side, The silence him; then she covered her face with Her tusband put bis arm about Was norrible. faintie s am done," si . ner to help her tairs, but whe Then, suddenly, Thomas Fleming The * se Pete irew away No down and ripped and tore the pages out of the eo a ae Fabre cee fs moke with Mr Th book and threw them on the logs; coeit the a oo are he insisted on coming up wi the quick leap of the flames shone d wd Hs ope ag cag ate line he pushed bis arm away, § on his white face and his furious ete be a vere ‘ara Please—DON'T! My head aches | eyes A minute afterward he th e na teil e Mg in oe I- go away.” spok> Under that storm of | 5rery and tried to read or smoke, It was late at night that bis wife Thomas Fleming stood blankly /outrageous words she bent and upon the stairs a moment, thea|bent and shrunk a little, silently. | SAMs ck into the room. Sho t back to Bate Once she looked at him with a sort Stood In the old pase, os the hearth ever knew Amy #0 upset,” he/ Of curlosity. So this was her hus- i : <r: gently she told him anid, stupidly ; band? Then she looked at the fire. ¥ 7 pad pris mage Po n ® bard week for her,”| When, choking with anger, he pegan in a rt ah Py does: Rates explained, easily. But Flem-| paused, she said briefly, that she! was wrong—" He started. “Iwas =o on ms Raoroes y: he leg had Sey hunting for Lptoee mon wrong. You must save your own alr Heved when his guest said |place Hook, down on that lower soul. 1 can't do it for you. Oh, e thoneht t he would go to bed. sh 1 had found—this. sl.) meg Mer ee We'll take elght-fifteen In ext half hour left {ts per-/ever again insist.” ites’ sawn + sa pal t mark on those two faces “Amy,” he began, but she checked agreed and shame were cut into the him cing flesh, as by some mighty Please! I am not through yet. a ; dle At first Fleming was I shail pay the money back, some find hie yIN® then rage turned into sul how, sometime. (Oh, wait—wait; closed eyes A and sullenness to explanation and DON'T interrupt me!) Of course, will set her up.” \excuse. But as he calmed down, |I shall not betray you My pay- ly ing hiin-/ sham», an old, old shame, that he ing It shall not tell the truth, be- welt had a good night's sleep. That had loathed and lve with for a cause unless the truth {s from you s opened painfully to the dozen yeares, a shame that, except /{t cannot help you It must ba nthe house ha sunk into when Amy was too tenderly proud your truth, not mine. But I shail he did not w. She of him, he was sometimes able, for save snd save and pay it back; to » be sleepin: ndly when | days, or even weeks, to forget— clear my own soul. For I-—I have the next rning this cld shame reared {ts deadly lived on that $8,000 too,” she said again he crept ab not even dar-| head, and looked out of his abased with a sick look. “It will take— « 'o kiss her, lest she might be/and snifting eyes a long time,” she sald, faintly disturbed ast before he and fter some miserable and futile) Thomas Fleming, looking dogged> dash for the eight: explanation had been repeated and ly at the floor, said: “I suppose 1d Jane to ask Mrs./repeated, he stopped to get his, you") get a separation?” Fleming to call him up on the tele-/breatn; and then still pulling the Get a separation?” she glanced phone when she came downstairs,/hem of haridkerchief straight at him for an instant, “Why we o he might know how she was on oer knee, his wife said, ina life are separated,” she said. “Wa As for Amy, when she heard the lese voice can't be any more separated than front door close behind the tw “Need we talk about {t any more? we I suppose we have never hurrying men, she got up wearlly. /On Tuesday we will send {it back. been together. But I won't leave “Now, I've got time to think,” she| (Monday {8 a holiday. You can't you, if that is what you mean.” anid. There was a relief in send {t until Tuesday.) Then we You'll stay with me?” he burst the consciousness o and of will never talk about it any more.” | out; “I thought you despised me time. She could t day; sh end what back?" Why, no,” she said, slowly; “T ‘ould think until half-past six; how money, To Mr. Hammond ont think I despise you. 1 don't iany hours? Ten! Ten hours—in p You out of your senses?” he THINK I do. But, of course which to take up a w life. Ten oughly She looked away, helplessly. “ot hours Sn which to become acquaint » looked up, confusedly. “You | course, I have no t for you. * ed with her husband send {t until Tuesday,” she Weil,” he said, “I'm sorry. But "I have never known him,” she hanically. there's nothing I can do about it.” sald feebly to herself, Well, now iown violently | Amy turned listlessly as if to go © must think never send it upstairs again but he caught at her nd some coffee and went insane! | dress down to the library, She told Jane Why, {t would be acknowled You really mean you won't— that ake would not see any all It would be a confession,” she |leave me?” “T have a headache,” she ex- agresd No, I won't leave you.” ned, And when Jane left her, Well! that would be ruin he said, roughly, “you rew her little chair up to the| “Ruin?” »; but—" His voice now, I'll think,” she sai “Why, If people knew—" he be into a sort of question. he £2,000 had been “borrowed” | gan She turned sharply from him, hil- from one trust to pay another It is ruin, anyhow,” she said, ing her face in her and mov: Borrowing from Peter to pay Paul.|d Don't you see? The only ing blindly toward door, “Oh,” Well, restitution t of all loft Is restitution she raid; “oh—I'm afraid—I on ‘Tuesday. They sell a Iean't make what yon call And at that Ke Love hond, and take some money out of | ‘restitution,’ without ruin; absolute brought him to his knees; his arms the bank, But after titution/ruin! Do you realize what it woul und her waist, his head against they must go on livir But T}m to mo, in this town, to have, her breast, his tears on her hand. don't know h “came the dread-/it known that I-—borrowed from the Amy! t 1 will give ful cefrain, checked by the instant|trust and—and yet re-lit back, Oh : ation Oh, 1 MUST | turned tt? On the nd vUrse, Home Office White Bldg. Boattle Phone Main 2798