Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-10-16

I win back a measure of | calmness.
 As he stood there Hugh came from the library His head was down, and
 he went furtively and slinkingly, as though dreading even casual regard l He snatched his hat from tbe rack. passed out of the house and was swal-
 lowed up in the dusk David Stires had followed his son Into the hall. He l answered the gloomy question in Har- rvs eyes.
 He Is gonc," he said. and I hope to heaven l may never see his face again" Then slowly and feebly he ascended the stairs.
 Ten, fifteen minutes passed and old David Stires re-eDtered the room, went feebly to his wheel chair and sat down
 ''I have told her." he said presently in broken voice. You are kind. San. derson. very kind God help us.'
 What has God to do with it?" fell d voice behind them. Harry faced about. Ii was Jessica as he had first seen her in the upper room with the bandage across her eyes.
 What has God to do with it?" she repeated in hard tone Perhaps Mir. Sanderson can tell us. It is in his line"
 Please said Harry.
 He could not have told what he would have asked. though the accent was almost one of entreaty. The harsh satire touched his sacred calling Com ing from her lips 1T affronted at once his religious instinct and his awakened love. It was all he>said. for he stopped suddenly at sight of her face, pain frosted. white as the, folded cloth.
 "Oh." she said. turning toward the voice. 'I remember what you said that night right here in this very room that you sowed your wild oats at col lege with Hugb-that they were a tidy crop! You were strong. and he was weak. You led. and he followed You were Satan Sanderson.' abbot of the Saints. the set in which he learned gambling. Why. it was In your rooms that he played his first game of poker. He told me so himself. And now he has gone to bc an outcast. and you stand in the pnlpit in cassock. you. the Rev. Henry Sandcrson! You help cd to make him what hc has become! Car you undo it?"
 Harry vas looking at her with . stricken countenance He had no an. swer ready. The wave of confusion that had submerged hirp when he had The same pain of mind that had spurred him on that long ago night to the ad mission she had heard had started to new life barred, seathed, rekindling sin.
 ''It is all truc," he said. It was the inveterate voice of conscience that spoke. CT have been deceving myself. I was my brothers keeper! I see it now.
 restored the bandage 10 her eyes hac again welled over him.
 'i am not cxcusing Hugh now" she went on wildly, He has gone beyond excuse or forgiveness. He is as dead to me as though had never known him. though the word you spoke an hour ago made me his wife. shall have that to remember all my life that and the ono moment l had walt ed for so long, for my first sight of his face and my brides kiss! must carry it with me always. 1 can never wipe that face from my brain or the sting of that kiss from my lips-the kiss Of forger. of my husbandw
 The old man groaned. '1 didn't | know he had seen herr he said help | lessly. "Jessica, Hugh's sin is not San- derson's faultr
 In her bitter words was an injustice as passionate, as her pain. but for her life she could not help 1t She was q woman wrenched and torn. tortured l beyond control. numb with anguish.
 To Harry Sanderson her words fell with a wholly dlsproportionatc vio fence. It had never occurred to him that he himself had been individually and actively the cause of Hugh's i, downfall. The accusation pierced through th" arinor of self esteem that l he had linked and riveted with habit