The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-15

The old man saw the agony that blanched her cheeks and answered gently:
 ''Yes, daughter.''- He struggled with himself. And if you wish it he may come again.
 ''But he won't cone again. That is what makes it so hard; he will never come back.'
 She turned away. but not quickly enough to keep him from seeing that her eyes were wet. Wayne Wayland beheld what he would have given half his mighty fortune-to prevent. He cried out lngrily. but she anticipated his thought.
 ffNo, no, you must never injure him again, for he was right and we were wrong You see I-coulEn't under stand
 He left her staring into the night and walked heavily below.
 Emerson felt a great sense Of relief aud delivcrance as he leaned against his cars. His heart sang to the mur- muT of the waters oyerside. For the first time i1 many months he felt young and free. How blind he had been and how narrow had been his escape from life that could lead to but orc result! The girl was sweet and good and wonderful in many ways, but three years had altered him more than he had realized He had begun to understand himself that very afternoon, when Cherry had told him her own unhappy secret. The shock of her disclosure had reused him from his dream, and once he began to see himself as he really was the rest had come quickly. He had been doubtful even when he went out to the yacht. but what happened there had destroyed the last trace of un- certainty. He knew that for him there was but one woman in all the world. It was no easy battle he had fought with himself. He had been reared to respect the conventions, and he knew that Cherry's fife had not been all he could wish. But he front cd the issue squarely and tried to throttle his icbred prejudice. Al though he had felt the truth of Fra ser's arguments and of Cherry's own words, he had still refused to yield until his love for the girl swept over him in all it's power; then he made his choice.
 The one thing he found most diff cult to accept was her conduct with Billiard. Those other charges against the girl were vague andshadowy, but this was concrete. and he was familiar with every miserable detail of it. 1t took all his courage to face it, but he swore savagely that if the conditions had been reversed Cherry would not have faltered for an instant. More over, what she had done had been done for lovet of him. Itewas worse than vile to hesitate. Her past was her own, and all he could rightfully claim was her future He shut his teeth and laid his course resolutely for her landing. striving to leave behind this one hideous memory, centering his mind upon the girl herself and shut ting out her past It was the bitter est fight he had ever waged. But when he reached the shore and tiedf his skif he was exalted by the knowl- edge that he had triumphed; that this painful episode was locked away with all the others.
 Now that he had conquered he was filled with q consuming eagerness. As he stole up through the shadows he heard her playing, and when he drew nearer be recognized the notes of that song, that had banished his own black desolation on the night of their first meeting. He paused outside the open window and saw by the shaded lamp light that she was playing from mem ory. her fingers wandering over the keyboard without conscious effort. Then she took up the words with all the thrcbbing tenderness that lives in a deep contra1to voice: Last night I was dreaming of thee, love-
 was dreaming; dreamed thou didst promise
 To be continued.S