Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-13

some parts design and he kept his force working
night and day to put machine together in time to
meet the roads requirements. They offered him nine
thousand dollars car, and If that was successful
would order hundred more. CARROTS motor
plete could be made for thousand dollars.
eighteen hundred dollars to build. and that left him
profit of six thousand six hundred thousand if
he filled the whole contract. He had letters too from
traction companies other cities, and the possibilities
for money making seemed limtess
TT trying For weeks at a time the
I mercury hung in the nneties. But occasionally a
breeze blew in from the sea- giving those who were
forced to stay in town brief period of recuperaon.
The work hard, and, stripped to undershirt and
overalls like his men, Garrott deved in the shop amid
the smoke and flying cinders from the forge He
in training again. hard nails, without ounce of
flesh that he didn't need If things had not been going
well, perhaps he might have known how hot it was:
but he eager to bring his last tests to successful
conclusion that he unconscious of the conditions
under which he worked He knew that he sweated
profusey; but that nothing 1t made the
shower bath at the end of the working day the
refreshing.
At night he was often alone. His room, while less
sumptuous than his quarters at the Grange, at least
was more pleasant than the he had shared with
McMurtrie at the Taylor House, and when he too
tired write read he glad enough tumble into
bed Sometimes he took O'Dowd to roof garden.
where they sat and smoked and often worked again
in different way the problems of the day. Once or
twice he had called up college who in bust
ness in the city and had gone heaer and the Cafes
but these designations which made him want to
sleep late in the morning and as rule he preferred to
dine alone and 60 to bed. He needed all his energies
for the task he had set himself.
dozen times in the solitude of his room he had sat,
pen and paper at hand trying to find words to write to
Natalie; but each effort had ended the waste basket
What was there to say? He had a strong impression
that his duty to Abby demanded some sort of explana
ton of his conduct which might exonerate her.
But nothing that he could think of seemed really to
plain, and so the letter unwrtten. After ALL per-
haps it better If their relations had not inn
proved when they seeing each other no letter that
he could write could be expected to accomplish the
miracle.
Often on those nights when he too weary to sleep
and his tired brain the mercy of his imagination,
he would lie awake until dawn trying to find way out.
and then every byway of the mental maze seemed to
lead to the thoroughfare divorce. There was no
other solution of their difficulties Once twice at
the Grange he had fancied that perhaps it would still
be possible win her for HIMSELF but now he had given
up In those dark moments the bitterness OF his po-
sition set him at with himself and all the world:
for he realized that every effort master himself had
failed and that in spite of all prudence and intuition he
loved his wife than ever Was there no cure?
Apparently not. He loved her for what she ought to
be- for the fruits of the spirit that still hung upon the
tree yet would not rpen and for brief gmpses he had
been afforded of tender, womanly virtues in her treat
ment of Others, which appeared more lovely by con-
trast to her uncharity to him.
He made effort to deny his jealousy OF De Land.
De Land had been taught in courts; Garrott-ln
camps He possessed every grace that Garnott lacked
Garriott wondered he had met De Land elsewhere,
whether his Judgment of the man would have not been
different 1t hard to say. He had never yet made
friends with men of De Lands kind Perhaps marriage
with Natalie might make of him: marriage some
times improved men of his type. Although she was not
to be for him. Garriott seemed to have curious halt
fathery interest in her future happiness.
And yet he could not feel that he was giving her up
One could give up what one had never possessed
All he had given her his name; lent it to her that
together they might take dead mans money and cheat
the Fate that had destined them both for poverty He
would never have been able to accomplish what he had
done in so short time without the facilities Oliver JUDI
sons money had brought him. He grateful for the
helping hand but seemed clearer than that what
he had used must be considered loan. These
were not large when compared with the his wife