Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-06-17

again. on a new tack, and she listened
with reluctant attention.
"Wnen l met you 1 was we'll started te
the bad and l had every intention OF
Keeping on. l was going to do particu
lar thing and it was vile-it was the
worst Why is it that you are standing
In the way of it? Oh, l know you don't
understandable you did you wouldn't lei
me speak to you: but it's because you
don't understandable because You couldn't
understand, that it's SO strange that you
are blocking me. And not only that, but
here you are in this house-this house
that was my mothers. and you bring he1
back to me as you sit there-just where
she used to sit. The sight of you makes
all these later years of my life hideous
| to mel can't do the thing l meant to-
see how foul it was; and I'm saying this
to you now because I'm afraid of losing
you'll IN afraid of your going away where
you can't help me any more"
She had been obliged to read much into
his strange appeal: it was as though he
turned the leaves of book swiftly, dis
and indecipherable. She looked at him
WOnderingly; there was cry in his last
words that touched her. 1t had been easy
the day before to simulate feeling in his
assault upon Mrs. Craighill's emotions al
Rosedale, but he had no wish to deceive
this girl. Her eyes forbade it; and 1t was
not so long ago that the sharp lash of
her scorn had struck him in the face: II
don't care for your acquaintance. MIR.
Wayne Craighill'' She was saying now:
II am glad if 1 have ever helped you,
though / don't in the least understand
how that could be. 1t is not for me to
help any one. No one who isn't strong
can help another: we must be sure Of
ourselves first, and l am weak and have
made sad mistakes; / have done harm
and caused heartache. And more than
that, we belong to different worlds, you
and l. have tried to say this to you De-
H., ,orr-
Our meetings have certainly been strange.
but as / told you, I'm not superstitious
Very likely we shall never meet again,
and you will go on your way just as
though you never had seen me. and will
go about my business-and So
But II you knew / was going to the
bad. and you could save me and asked
you to help, would you feel the same
way about it? Maybe the answer is that
I'm not worth saving!'
She smiled at this. but his appeal
touched her. He was nearly ten years
her senior. and belonged, as she had said,
to an entirely different world, and he
wanted her help and begged for 1t. Sbe
felt his charm and realized the danger
that lay in it, and she wished to be kind,
but here was a case where sympathy
must be offered guardedly. This inter-
view was altogether too serious for COM
fort, and she rose, facing him with an en-
tire change Of manner. 1t seemed that
she was tueN olOcT iioWs the ohC 6iOWA
wise through long familiarity with the
world.
I'm busy person, Mr.. Craighill; I'm
working just as hard as can. and nope
to do something pretty good one OF these
days, in spite of the gloomy view l take
occasionally of my prospects. Now. why
don't you go in for something? Work.
work. work! It's the only way to be
happy. You haven't won the right to the
leisure you're throwing away It's cheat
ing life to waste opportunities as you do.
saved just half dollar a week Tor two
years to get chance to study drawing:
l scrubbed and washed dishes In hotel
and ran machine in a garment factory
And you may be sure that II have to
do Il Til go back to the sewing machine
next summer and begin all over again