The Washington times., 1911-02-11
CHAPTER XXXIII (Continued)

~ Ut presently Kate's senses began
X TO rouse. She began to see out
L. lines Of her disaster, its con-
sequences; her vague pain sep
arated into distinct pangs, each agon-
izingly acute. She felt an impulse to
cry out IN the street, but her instructive
pride closed her throat. She turned
back and hurried to her room, locked
herself in, and flung her hat upon the
floor and herself upon the bed.
But even here she could not cry. All
her life she had been strong, aEgres
sive, self-defending; she had cried SO
rarely that she knew not how. So she
lay, dry-eyed, her whole body retched
with sobs that would not come up.
Lillian Drew's words, Hes ten
thousand miles above you,'' sat upon
her pillow and cried into her ear. She
had seen David's superior quality end
his superior training, but she and he
had both been thieves-they were both
This commonness of experience and of
present effort had made him seem very
near to her-Very attainable. 1t was a
bond between them, bond that lin
tied them to each other. And she rad
steadfastly seen a closer union a little
farther ahead.
Eut now he was not a thief. The
bond was snapped-he was ten thousand
miles above herI Her despair mag
nifed him, diminished herself: and
TO look upon the figure of her insig-
nificance. He must see her as such a
pygmy-how could he care for such
paltriness? He never could. He was
lost TO her-utterly lost
All that afternoon she was tortured
by her hopelessness. In the evening,
possessed by an undeniable craving to
see David. she went to his house and
asked him to walk with her. For the
first minute after they were in the
street the silence of cOnstraint was be-
tween them. David could but know, in
vague way, of Kate'S suffering; he
was panied, shamed that he was its
cause.
In the presence of her suffering, 10
him, with his feeling of guilt, all else
seemed trivial But there was one mat
ter that had to be spoken of.
You've not told soul, have you,
what you learned this afterno0n?' lie
asked.
NO" she returned. in a muffed
voice.
II was sure you hadn't. L was afraid
this afternoon that Rogers had over
heard, but he didn't: either you talked
In low voices, or he was asleep. No
one must ever know the truth-no one
and especially Rogers"
why him especially?". she asked me-
chanically.
David hesitated We'll, you see one
thing that makes him feel close to me is
that he believes, we have both been in
the same situation. In a way that has
made us brothers. If we knew other
wise, it might make a difference to
him.
II understand" said Kate's muffed
voice.
She asked him details of the story
Lillian Drew had revealed. and, since
she already knew so much, he told her
though he felt her interest was not in
what he said.
At length-he had yielded himself to
her guidsnce-they came out upon the
dock where they had talked a month
before. She had wanted TO be with him
alone, and she had thought of no better
place. Despite the winds being filled
with needles, they took their stand at
the docks end.
They looked out at the river that
writhed and leaped under the wind s
pricking-black, save beneath the arc
lamps of the Williamsburg bridge, where
the rearing little waye-crests cleaned,
sank, and cleaned again. For several