Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-24
Let Ne SHOW Uou What
Love for a. Woman Is.

now in her sight he stood very knave from,
head to heel. Even his faithful love was
to her loathsome circumstance. 1t had
ruined him and damned him.
She saw in Titus Sim the unknown &C
complete Of the dead drunkard. Their
united cunning had planned the subtle and
skillful hands at Middlecott; again and
again they had robbed the plantations;
again and again Sim. unsupported. had
slipped from the court by night and Joined
Parkinson at his work. But to Sim alone
his evil genius quickened by love, had be-
longed the sequel to the tragedy in Middle
he had FASTENED to the empty house on the
Moor, we'll knowing that 1t would be empty.
The gun he had taken and the gun he had
hidden where he might find 1t at the first
light OF day. And now he had left her to
choose between Daniels hono- and him
self, or neither One depended upon the
other. Her momentary refusa. had lifted
the curtain from him. and showed her in
lightning flash the real man. Life was
nothing to him. He had already driven
her husband to death. and if she refused
him she guessed that another swift trag-
edy would follow upon the refusal. She
thought long and deeply how best to plan
the future. But Titus Sim entered very
little into her calculations
While still she sat in thought there came
knock at the door, and Jane Beer asked
to be admitted. Her husband followed her,
and While Mrs Beer kissed Minnie the pub
lican shook her hand with all his might.
lis closing time" he said But
though we could close the bar, me an
Jane couldn't close our own eyes till we'd
coined over and wished you joy-frst q
girl and then boy-accerding to the old
saying. Sim tells US you've consented at
last, so soon all sorrow vill be past; an
If l don't tip you a fine rhyme pom your
wedding day, tbs pity
The woman smiled and thanked them.
And Johnny have brought over drink
said Jane Beer. It's some sparkling Wine
-one bottle of twelve as we've had ever
since we opened house. An oniy one bottle
sold all these years. Champagne, according
to the LABEL
Mr.. Beer drew forth the liquor
Now you shall taste stuff asll make you
feel as though you'd got WINGS he told
her; and If you haven't got no wine glasses,
cups will do just as WE'LL
But Minnie put her hand on his and pre-
vented him from cutting the wires.
Stop; this is all wrong; you are mistaken,
you kind hearts," she said. Mr.. Sim didn't
tell you all-or nearly ALL 1 cannot marry
him; and If there was but one man left on
earth and twas he I'd not marry him.
Twas this 1 said to him. that if the only
way to clear my Daniels name was by
taking him for husband, then I'd do it,
He says that you promiSed?"
"Only that, Mr.. Beer. And how if my
Daniels name don't lie at the mercy of
Titus Sim? 1 can't tell you about it yet.
Presently 1 will
Johnny Beer patted the bottle.
Then we'll keep this high-spirited liquor
till we all know where We are he said.
Never shout when you're in doubt. But
we'll shout an see the stuff foam another
day. Come on home, Jane And 1 do hope
still, my dear, you'll let that poor, white
faced man find his way into your heart.
For it all points to him, and you can't bide
here wasting your womanhood in the midst
of the desert forever. You might we'll go
into convent Of holy women-a very frosty
picture, I'm sure"
'.My" said Mrs. Beer. 'If she haven't
stuck her letter pom the mantel-shelf an
never read a line of It! Now to me, let
ters like a, thorn in my finger till tits open
and mastered"
Minnie handed the note to her friend She
had felt faint flutter on seeing 1t, and
thought that by blessed chance Dan might
have written to her again before the end
of his life. But the postmark was More
tonhampstead;" the writing she did not
know.
"Ive no secrets" said Minnie. Read II
out Jane If there's anything of good in II
for me, twill be as much a joy to you as to
me-"
'Give 1t here" commanded Johnny "Ir
the matter of reading letter, I may be
said to know what's what. I'li read II
aloud, since you've got no secrets, my dear
and IL there's pennyworth of good in it
enough for the excuse. I'll open the cham.
payne after all. We'm on the loose tonight
seemingly.
moment later and the letter was pc
rused. Whereupon Mr. Beer found himself
faced with material for a whole volume OF
new poems. He was also called upon te
open his bottle of champagne in a hurry
for there was no other stimulant in thu
house, and very soon necessity for such 8
thing arose.
Henry Vivian wrote carefully and cam,
to the tremendous truth as gently as pos
| sible; but 1t had to be told, and when sh,
heard it-when the mighty fact fell upor
her ear that Daniel was not dead. but aliv,
and well and close at hand, ready to visi
| her on the dawn of the morrow-she faint
ed in a heap; and Jane Beer very nearl.
] did the same. Happily, the poet and pub