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same" He said this to see If h e'would

"Ihe living can only see the dead as
they were in life," she returned. "You
sold the farm, didn't your"
Mr.. Janewa y felt as if a reproach lay
in the observation. Eyes, I sold the
farm" he said. II needed the money
to put in other investments"
81 worked hard OH that place, " she
said, crossing her hands-very rough,
worn hands. 81 worked hard there those
years. 1 Tried to save all I could, Maddy."
"You were a good wife, Sarah" he
replied, land both of US had our bur
dens, I guess"
"And it was my money that bought
the farm. You had nothing when you
came counting me, did you, Maddy!
And You said that my being 80 years
old and you being just of age made nc
difference"
eyes, l suppose I said that, and I'm
sure l always tried to be good to you,"
he said in answer to that unspoken re-
proach that seemed to lie behind hel
unspoken words. II tried to treat you
WE'LL"
1.-THE money that came to me Just be-
fore l died from Uncle John must have
been a help. 1 left it and the farm to
you, Maddy." Her dull eyes seemed to
force him to acknowledge his debt.
"Yes-yes, Sarah. ! know that 1 owe
much to You. Without your help and
money l should have had much harder
time getting on my feet. Yet 1 think
should have succeeded in any case.
Mr.. Janeway could not forbear offering
this tribute to his self esteem. "How-
ever, l gratefully acknowledge your
aid, Sarah"
"You have another wife now, Mao
dy, and children" she said. but l was
first. believed in you, and I worked for
you. oh, so willingly. l knew hat you
We're different from me. l knew that
you had hopes that stupid Sarah could
never understand. l knew that I was
your companion in your work, but not
in your hopes. l knew that we were
growing farther apart every year that
we lived together. l knew that while
was getting to be worked out and mid
die aged you were only coming to
your prime. l knew that it was best
that 1 died when l did-before l came
to be a drag on you. Yet, Maddy. be-
fore her and your children l think you
ought not to shame me, for I was your
faithful wife, the wife of your youth,
and l gave you all l had to give-my
money, my love, my toll"
Before Mr.. Janeway could answer
she was gone, and he sat alone.
The next day, however, he took the
old photograph down town and ordered
for it n gorgeous frame. When it was
returned, he hung it in Lis library
where it locked strangely alien between
a st. Cecilia and the Arabian Falconcr,
bought at tho instigation of the archi-
tect.
Florry, with a child's quickness, no.
ticed the fine gilt frame that surrounded
the ugly, good face. "What have you
done to the LADY," she asked. aren't
you going to pack her away, like man.
ma said?"
"No; the picture is to stay here. Dc
you remember who l said it was?"
"Yes; it was your first wife,"
MI. Janeway took her Oh his knee.
"Florry," he began soherly, "when
was a little boy, l was very poor, as
poor as the Galts'-a family celebrated
in the town for i'll luck and poverty.
II went to school when 1 could, but
that was mighty little, for l had tc
work most of the time. Sometimes I'd
get most discouraged, but l had to work
just the anne One year l worked for q
man named Deering. He had a daughter,
and when she found how much l wanted
to 70 to school3she lent me some money
money she had saved by pincbing and
~scraping. After awhile her father died,
and she married me. l had nothing,
and she owned u coed farm, but she
married me. In six years she died and
left everything to me. She gave me my
start. She was u good onla and be-
lieved in me when nobody else did. The
other night papa dreamed that he saw
her and talked to her, and it made him
feel ashamed that he had seemed to for
get her"
Mr.. Janeway felt that he was making
o handsome reparation, but he was Il
man who aimed to do right. 1t was
necessary to his self esteem.
The child wriggled from his arms
and walked away, with an awed glance
at the picture.
Mr.. Janeway stared at it musingly.
"Are you satisfied now, Sarah?" he
caught himself saying. "Pshaw! That
dream holds to me still" he exclaimed,
"but anyhow I've done her Justice"
And though the architect declared
that the photograph quite spoiled the
effect of the library and begged that it
might be banished to some back room
Mr.. Jancway was firm, and the dull,
good face of his first wife kept its place
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