The Washington times., 1911-02-02
To Him That Hath
By LEROY SCOTT
Copyright, The Frank A. Munsey Coz

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money? She got the $5,00O?"
He. was fairly staggered. "I cannot
say" he returned.
She quickly moved a step ahead. and
''A-a-hw she breathed. so, that's itr'
! IT tell you that except for mere
glimpse the other day, 1 never saw her
but once before In my life; and that
before that time l had never even heard
the name: and that, since then. / had
| never heard Of her or seen her till to-
day"
Her gaze fairly pierced to his inner
! self You wouldn't lie to me-
she's got some hold on you; she means
something in your life-don't she?"
| "Tve told you all / can tell you,"
| David answered firmly.
| She exploded. Il hate her! You hear
He did not answer, and they walked
on to the eastward In silence, st
the lights from a delicatessen store
showed him that she was more com
posed, and he again offered her MS
arm. She now took it.
water at the end of the street, and.
dock. 1t was crowded with trucks.
and against it's one side creakingIy
with empty tin cans. Sitting in the
tails of some of the trucks were
thsidsG G9TrtsfP %Yer bP
! the odor Of stables. They did not
break their embraces as David and
Kate brushed by them and passed on
to the end Of an the do docb, 5esvv end tim
| Der and gazed at the river that Wrig-
| gled along under the moonlight. 1t
| come to David, who leaned against a
i =, Gsf1 "a
was the very dock on which he had
stood on New Year Eve. He was
thinking again of the hopelessness OF
that night and of the bitter days
RPreGeiddFdng vidd 1t when yp to him whispered
He looked down. The moon, which
dropped full into her face, revealed
no hardness-shOwing appealing eyes
what is it?' he asked.
| at hate her-yes." Her voice famed
with its old fire, but 1t Immediately sub
sided into tremulous appeal: But had
no right to talk to you like did.
can't brag about what I've been, you
know
There. let's say no more about it."
| he said gently.
Yes, / must. I've been thinking about
myself while we were walking along.
Thinking of your past isn't always
| pleasant, is 1t, when there's so much OF
| Il that don't suit you. But I've wanted
/ to improve and I've tried. Do you think
| I've improved a little-David?'
The wistful voice drew his hand upon
| her shoulder.
Il wish 1 had grown as much!' he
breathed.
She pressed his hand an instant to her
cheek, then rose and peered up into his
face. DO YOU say that?'' she whispered
eagerly. IF I've tried to improve-you
| know why"
He looked quickly from her tremulous
| face. out upon the million-faceted river
He writhed at the pain she must be
feeling now, or would some day feel and
was abased that he was its cause.
"Oh, why did things have to happen
SOL" he exclaimed in a whisper.
| What happen?"
| That you should want-to please
me-"
! hand locked tightly upon his arm, and
/ he felt her eyes burning into him. At
length she whispered, in a voice taut
with emotion:
Then YOU still care-for herr"
but she's impossible to you. She
lives in another world. You still believe
this?"
! Yes"
And do you like me any less than
you did at first7''
He looked back upon her impulsively,
and caught her hands.
This is a miserable affair. Kate!" he
cried. Cant we forget it-wipe 1t out
and be just friends?''
| DO you like me any less than you
did at first?" she repeated.
| "MoreI'
Her next words tumbled out breath
| lessly. "I'll keep on improving-youu II
like me more and more-and then"'-
| Her impetuous face fairly dazed him.
"Ah, Davidv' she whispered. almost
fiercely, gripping his hands, you can't
guess how l love you!'
| He could not bear her passionate eyes.
they panied him so, and he looked back
across the river to where blast fur
mace was thrusting its red fangs up
ward into the night. There was a ST.
Ilence, broken only by the monotonous
chatter of the ripples among the piles
below. Then she went on, still tense,
but uuieter, and slightly meditative.
Nor how differently I love you.
Sometimes there Is a tiger in me, and
could kill anyone that stood between
us. And then again I'm not the same
person; I want first CT all what is the
best thing for you. When l feel this
way / would do almost anything for
YOU, David, I think'-her voice dwtndled
into the basest whisper.-"1 think
could almost give you up"
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