The Raymer enterprise., 1910-11-10
CHAPTER XVII.
The Demlgod.

nc Oemigoo.
On the third day she opened her
eyes to the sun with the thought:
Where is he? From the windows of
her room she could see the two pale
points and the narrow way of water
that led into the western ocean. Had
he sailed out yonder west into the
east, into that oblivion which was
his only safety, for ever out Of her
sight? Or was he still at hand, ignor-
Ing warning, defying fate?
She drew out the sapphire and held
It in her hand. The cloud OF events
had cast no film over its luster, but
she looked at 1t now without pleasure.
For all its beauty 1t wasn't worth
what they were doing for 1t. Well,
to-day they were both Of them to see
the last Of 1t. To-day she was going
to take It to Mr.. Purdie, to deliver 1t
into his hands. to tell him how 1t had
fallen into hers In the goldsmith's shop
all Of the story that was possible for
her to tell.
She had made It out all clear in her
mind that this was the right thing to
do. 1t hadn't occurred to her she
had made 1t out only on the hypothe.
sis OF Kerr's certainly going. 1t had
not occurred to her that she might
have to make her great moral move
In the dark; or, what was worse, in
the face OF his most gallant resistance.
In this discouraging light she saw her
intention dwindle to the vanishing
point but the great move was Just as
good as 1t had been before-just as SOL
Id, just as advisable. Being so very sol.
Id, wouldn't itwait until she had time to
show him that she really meant what
she said, supposing she ever had q
chance to see him again? The pos.
sibility that at this moment he might
actually have gone had almost es.
capped her. She recalled 1t with dis.
agreeable shock. but. after all, that
was the best she could hope, never to
see him again! She ought to be crate.
full to be sure Of that, and yet II she
were, oh, never could she deprive him
OF so much beauty and light by her
keeping of the sapphire as he would
then have taken away from her!
She would come down then, indeed,
level with plainest. palest, hardest
things--people and facts. Her 70.
mance-she had seen 1t; she had had
1t in her hands. and 1t had somehow
eluded her. 1t had vanished. evapo.
rated.
She leaned and looked through the
thin veil of her curtains ut the splen.
did day 1t was one OF February's
freaks. It was hot. The white ghost
of noon lay over shore and sea. Be-
meath her the city seemed to sleep
gray and gllstening. The tops Of hills
that rose above the upcreeping
houses were misted green. Across the
bay. along the northern shore, there
was a pale green coast Of hills dlvId.
ing blue and blue. Ships in the bay
hung out white canvas drying, and the
sky showed whittier clouds, slow.moy.
Ing, like sails upon a languld sea.
She looked down upon all, as lone
and lonely as deserted lady in a
tower, lifted above these happy, peace.
full things by her strange responsible.
ty. Her thoughts could not stay with
them; her eyes travelled seward. She
parted the curtains and. leaning a lii.
tie out, looked westward at the white
sea gate.
A whistle, as Of some child calling
his mate, came sweetly In the silence,
It was near, and the questing, expec.
tant note caught her ear. Again II
came, sharper, imperative. directly be.
meath her. She looked down; size
was speeches.. There was q sudden
Wild current Of blood in her veins.
There he stood, the whistler, neither
child nor bird, but thu man himself