Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-01-05

had waged a bitter light that had
Slapped his very soul; he had made and
won the struggle that a man makes
once In q lifetime, and now, just when
he had proved himself strong and fair
In the sight of his fellows, she asked
him TO forego 1t all. Engrossed in hor
egoism. she required Of him a
greater sacrifice han any he had made.
Now that he had shown his strength
b wanted to load him down with
golden fetters-to max him a de-
pendent. Wa II because she feared
another gtrl2 She had tried to help
him, he knew-in her way-and the
thought Of It touched him. That was
like the Mildred he had always known
IT act fearlessly, needless of what her
father might do or say. Somehow he
had never felt more convinced OF the
sincerity of her love, but he found him
self thinking of It as of something OF
the past. After all, what she had done
had been little, considering her power
She had given carelessly out OF her
abundance, while Cherry He saw IL
all now, and a sudden sense of loyalty
and devotion TO the girl who a really
shared his struggles swept yer him
In a warm tide. II was most unlike his
distant worship Of Mildred. She had
been his dream, but the other was bone
of his zone and flesh Of his flesh.
For a long time the two sat talking
while these thoughts took gradual form
II the young mans mind, and although
the deck was deserted Miss Waylsnd
had no need now to curb her once head
strong wooer.
He could not put into words the
change that was working in him; but
she saw 1t, and, grasplng Its meaning
at last, she began to battle like a
mother for her child, Ills awakenins
had beeh slow. and hers was even
slower: but once she found her power
over him waning her sense of loss grew
and grew as he failed to answer to her
half-spoken appeal.
Womanlike, she eapitulated at last.
What matter if he stayed here where
his hopes were centred? This life in
the North had claimed him, and she
would wait until he came for her. But
still he did not respond, and 1T was
not long until she had persuaded
herself that his battle with the
wilderness had put red blood into
his veins. n his conduct had been no
worse thar that Of other men. Finally
she tried to voice these thoughts, but
h only led him to O stiff denial of
the charges she wished to forgive. AS
she saw him slipping further away
from her, she summoned ell her arts
to rekindle the dame which had burned
so steadily; and when these failed, she
surrendered every prejudice. 1t was
his love she wanted. All else was
secondary. AT last she knew herself.
She could nave cried at the sudden
realisation that he had not kissed her
since their parting In Chicago; and
when she saw he had no viii to DO SO,
the of his last embrace arose
to torture her. she was almost glad
when q launch bringing her father
came from the shore. and the old man
Joined them.
The two men bore themselves with
unbending Formally, unable as yet to
forget their mutual wrongs. The In
corruption gave Boyd the opportunity
he had not been brave enough to make,
and he bade them both goodbye; for
the tide was at its food, and the hour
of their departure was at hand.
There was a meaningless exchange
of words, and q handshake in the glare
from the cabin lights that showed Mil
dred's pallid lips and frightened eyes.
Then Emerson went over the side, and
the warkness swallowed him up.
The girl clutched at her fathers arm,
standing as II frozen while the creak
of rowlocks grew fainter n fainter
and died away. Then h turned.
you ses-he camel" she said.