Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-08

the impostor you thought yourself and or
dered you from the house"
lmpulsively l.put out my hand and tool.
her free one in it, giving it warm pres
sure.
But | was willing TO try anything" she
added II was 30 afraid though that you
would do something violent, would kill
yourself, perhaps, that l stipulated a man
must be set to watch you every minute"
Yes. l recall him we'll enough l said;
that was the fellow who rode with Lane
in the auto and Swallowed me after i
| reached Boston and Cambridge But
thought Lane had hired him
She looked at me with a radiant smile.
Il fear that your love for me was not as
| strong as you claimed, you pretender for
you never once tried to commit suicide
! And all my fine acting went for nothing
| too; for If Jerome hadn't gone insane at
the ball game and broken the seat you
would still be claiming to me that YOU are
not Julian Randolph
Il should still be madly in love with you
whatever | was or did" ] declared lifting
her hand to my lips with impulsive mo-
ton. Il think Pnchot does not hit my
case in one way, for I'm sure 1t was
caused me to fall wildly in love with you
| when ! saw you there in the carriage in
Central Park"
She pouted her lips prettiIy.
so you don't think you could have fallen
in love with me If there hadn't been a
memory Of that previous lover
"Of course I'd have fallen in love with
you anyway, any time, anywhere. You
are the one woman ordained for me from
the foundation of the world"
Don't be so sure. Julian" she said III
the half of what Pinchot says is true we
can never be sure of anything"
Yet she was pleased
"No matter what Pinchot says, l am
sure I'm the happiest man alive
| "And l the happiest woman"
| drew the bright head down 10 where
Inv hale oIr1i, md Iii har
Kitty l said, Il love you.
She threw her arms round me.
And love you-love you-love YOU
Courtney Lane was not such bad lot
to whom he had been introduced in Phila-
delphia, he was not ready TO believe that
could be Julian Randolph. l confess that
inssmuch as ! did not myself believe 1t he
had grounds for his debelief. l think he
really did unload some copper stocks on
my wife at an unseemly high figure. but he
did not attempt any direct swindling OF
other financial jugglery, so far as l could
learn But j am convinced, and always
shall be- that ne was in love with my wife
| That was not her fault. God bless her. No
man could be long acquainted with her and
not love her. and he would be less than q
| man II. thinking her a widow, he did not
wish to marry her
/ have forgiven him for that Philadelphia
! business. l did spend a couple of months
| in the Gilbert Porter Institute as an IN
| the impression that my alter ego was my
| first and only ego. and Julian Randolph
| had retired temporarily TO that strange and
\ mystical land of the subconscious. Ran
| dolph was completely avalanched at the
! time poor fellow; that fall from the wharf
| at Camden did II, DR.. Thompson believes
\ and ] am sure. But l have such a grip on
| him now that he is not likely ever to leave
| me again. DIR. Thompson is as wise as
| once thought him foolish.
| Mrs. Trencher l have also forgiven.
| know l can never learn TO like the widen
! ing flash of her black eyes, but she is not
| to blame for that, perhaps, nor for hel
! peppery temper and overmasterful manner
| Years of teaching and other years OF mis-
! sion work taking one into contact with in
| ferior minds will have their effect.
| find it strangely hard to forgive Asbury
| Rand He might have informed me thai
| he had been employed previously by Lane
| The condolences | bestowed on him when
| did not know that were as II they had beer
J purloined from me. And Tat he SHOULD