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CHAPTER V.-continued.

CHAPTER V.-continued.
Like the others, you think | have
forfeited the right to one word OF
sympathy"
More than all the others, / should
think" she answered calmly, without
hesitation.
Yes" l said, YEARLY, "you have
placed a placard on my back, as they
used TO put a high paper cap on the
boys in school. On the cap the school
masters used to write the word
Ounce; on the placard you have
written the word Coward And yet
am not quite coward. Do you re-
fuse to see that | am simply one of
those men whose fate it has been to
be tried to the uttermost? Forgive
me; ! am appealing to your sympathy
after all. You resent that. 1t is quite
natural. Ii was a moment of weak
ness" Again pushed back my chair.
She regarded me half curiously.
Perhaps she noticed | was haggard
and pale. Perhaps in spite of herself,
she was a little sorry for me.
"Oh, l suppose" she said, very
gently, that there is something to
be said in the defense of everyone.
By and by l may feel less bitter to-
ward you, Mr. Haddon. l shall re-
member that you did not spare your
self-that you might not have told
me"-her voice fell to a Whisper
everything"
Thank you for saying so much. If
there were any reparation | would
make it. You should know that
"Reparation!" Her eyes flashed.
@How can you speak of reparation?'
And is there no atonement posi-,
Gle, even for the most wretched?"
She looked down at me almost
sternly, for she had risen at the ques-
ton. Then, as if thin veil had been
drawn from her face, | saw the gentle
pity of womanhood reflected there. A
strange sweetness came into her voice
as she spoke slowly, almost unwill-
ingly 1t was a mystical message of
comfort she was bringing to me. She
was suggesting way of hope after all.
Because of you life has been lost
to the world. / leave out the per.
sonal loss to myself. Because of
your weakness, to call it by the most
charitable name, the world is the
poorer for one strong soul"
Yes ] said, humbly, yes"
But if" she spoke more eagerly,
eff through you a life were saved for
q - h. g. s.,
a life"
A moment I stared at her, uncom-
pretending. She had suggested a way
of escape so romantic that to one liv-
ing in this twentieth century it may
seem absurd But the very audacity
of the suggestion appealed to me.
Yes, l cried, passionately, Il I'M
derstand. 1t is to be a life for a life
In some way, no matter how, am to
save life for the life that has been
lost through me-
"At least that should restore your
self-respect," she assented almost
coldly. She wished me to understand
that whatever | might or might not
do was no concern of hers. But
was not to be discouraged.
and if l am so fortunate as to ac-
complish this''-I held her eyes
steadily-"wil you. | should say
rather. will the world, your world. re-
member that? Shall then stand on
the same plane as other men in your
respect?'
81 vouch nothing for the world, and
certainly not" she added, haughtily,
''for myself"
/ felt an emotion that was very near
that of triumph. 1t is extraordinary
how in the most sacred of moments
the passion to conquer, to subdue,
obtrudes itself. Henceforth, whether
this woman would have it so or not,
there was bond between us. She
had suggested a way of escape! ac-
cepted it with passionate gratitude.
swore to myself, as stood before her
that ! would not rest until had ac-
complished the sacred task she had
set ME. I answered with a boldness
that surprised even myself:
From this day my one object in
life shall be to make the reparation
you have suggested But when that
is done you will know it,
I saw her hand tremble as she light
ly touched her hair. 1t was not so
much embarrassment that brought
the slow blush TO her cheek as anger.
She turned from me without word.
watched her disappear with a
strange exultation.