The evening world., 1911-08-05

tent to watch him.. They drank tea out
OF thick chana cups, but q their con
versatlou there was always Q certalr
reserve. Nsudheim listened and watch
I'd. like q mother Jealous Of stranger
who might rob her Of her young. Afte'
tea, however. be disappeared from thf
room for q few moments. and Roches-
ter walked oward tho window.
1T 10 very good Of you to come.
Pauline" Saton said. II shall work
al the better for this little glimpse Of
you"
Wi the work. she asked softly.
never be done?"
He shook his head.
why should III One passes from
field to field. and our lives are not iont
enough, nor our brains great enough
to reach the place where we may cal
halt"
do you mean" she asked. that you
will live here all your days2"
why not?" he answered. Il have
tried other things. n you know what
they made Of me II I live here till !
am as old as Naudheim. I shall only
be suffering a just penance."
But you are young" she murmured
having. There 10 Q life there worth
living. Solitude such as this 10 the
greatest panacea the world could offer
for all YOU rave been through. But It
II not meant to last. We want you
hack again. Bertrand"
His eyes were suddenly on IRE. He
shrank o little away from her.
"Don't"' he begged. Don't. Pauline.
I an living my punishment here, and
have borne II without once looking
hack. Don't make II harder
II do not wish to make II harder
she declared. and yet l meant what ]
said. 1t Is not right that you should
spend all our days here. II 10 not right
FOR your wi sake. II 10 not right"--
She held cut her hands to him sud
denly.
1T IL not right, tor mine" she whi.-
pered.
Rochester stepped outside. Again the
snow had ceased. In tho forest he
could hear the whirl Of machinery and
the crushing OF the falling timber. He
stood for q moment with clinched hands.
with unseeing eyes. with ears In which
was ringing ytill the memory of that
low. passionate cry. And then the ut
passed. He looked down to the little
half way house where he had left his
wife. He fancied he could see some
one waving q white handkerchief from
the platform OF pine logs. 1t was all 30
right, after all. &c right and natural. He
began to descend alone.
Saton brought heg dowa abou an
hour later. Their faces told all that
there was to say.
another year. Pauline said. answering
Lady Mary's unspoken question. The
FIRST part Of his work with Naudheim
will be finished then, and we .hink he
Will hove earned a vacation"
SatoI held out his hands I, Roe Jester
'.Mr. Rochester, he said. II have
never asked you to forgive me for all
the hard things I have said and Thought
Of you. for my ingratitude. and--for
other things"
Don't speak Of them" Rochester In
%terrupted.
II won't" saton continued quickly.
II caa't. That chapter Of my life Is
buried. 7 annot bear to think NJ II
even now. / cannot bear to come In
contact with anything which reminds me
Of IT,"
Rochester too his hand and grasped
Il heartily.
Don't be morbid about IT," he said
Every man should have at least two
chances In life. You had your first. and
Il was a rank failure. That was because
you had unnatural help. and bad adj
| vice. The second time, | am glad to see
that o have succeeded. You have
done this or your own. You have
prosed that he real man Is the present
man"
Saton drew Pauline toward him with
9 gesture which vas almost reverent.
Il think Pauline knows" he said. II
hope So"
Early In the morning their sleigh
ratified on. Saton stood outside the cot
tage. waving his hand. Naudheim was by
his side. his arm resting gently upon
the young mans shoulder. a fine snow
was falling around them. The air was
clean and pure-the air OF Heaven.
There was no sound TO break the deep
stiffness but the tlnkie Of the sleigh
bells. and behind. the rhvthmic humm!ng
OF the machinery. and the crashing o:
the failing trees,
"Nardheim Is a great master" Ro-
chester M u.
Pauline smiled through her tears.
bertrand isn't such a very bad pupil"
(The End