Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-10-29

a blunt way since the one
thing that of any real
Importance to her Why Aren
secure anet's loyal love
for Hugh.
RUr when two years had passed and spring was com
ing the indefinite uneasness took the horny,
yielding crust of the definite Janet missed Visiting
day at the prison. 1t true she had violent head
ache; but Mrs. Faraday nwardly outraged. A few
weeks after this there another headache another
day missed. T. he headaches became habtual. Yet
during her occasional visits to Hugh she would he so
afectonae in her enderly Iegretful of the
illness that had kept her from him, that it imposs
BILE not forgive her. After such times the
would journey home arrn-linked the old bond of the
spirit back, almost in its early perfection.
But this would not last. In the days following, Just
surely pendulum that swings way must
turn to swing the other way the something about
Janet for which Mrs Faraday could find explanation
would show its head again. She the kindest the
most attentive, of daughters. When they spoke of Hugh
she always said something that touched and pleased.
She good loyal, and affectionate But there vas
just surely, another Janet shadowy that
and went. The hidden face never seen. But
in that house there third woman not understood,
who aroused ave. even fear.
A ND then without any preparation there came day
when Mrs. Faraday felt that she and this secret
from Montreal to the white house with the green
shutters. few days after her arrival Mrs. Faraday
listened to words that she felt at first beyond te
lief although Janet sat before her. grave eyed and ten
der, and held her hands while she spoke them.
Mother, Dora has come to stay with you for time
ITO stay with us? That will be charming, Mrs.
Faraday had answered, while behind the words her
spirit waited in prophetic expectancy.
"Not with us, dear, with you; for am going away
for awhile
Mrs Faraday had felt her face banch, had felt her
mouth stfen. mo, this is mpossibe!' she
sclous of saying
u must CO. mother | can't explain-Im restless.
I'm going to Paris, to London; to write therefor
year, perhaps two Janet had looked ptfuly at the
elder woman. Now she drew back in dumb defiance
"You have peace here
"And what have you?"
"Stagnation | can't endure it..
THAT your explanation?'
Eyes mother
Mrs. Faraday had risen. She a small woman; but
she had become judge who takes the measure of
backsider Janet gazed her, thrilled. Passion had
back to the small, frail body The fires of youth
in the stretched eyes. She pointed through the
open window, down the road to where patch of the
PRISONS gray roof could be SEEN
any peace lies in being near-that So should yours.
1t doesn't. I've this coming. You've often fright
al long breath Il know you now. There was shrivel
ing comprehension in her eyes. "You one of the
of today what heart you started with gone to
brain. You can't love- I'm of another time and l
thank God for it. l can love!7 Her heart seemed to
split the cry but her body did not weaken.
"Im sorry, mother said Janet, her face inaexible.
@I'm sorry to disappoint you: but though you
judge severely. must go or | shall die"
Mrs Faraday made blind sort of gesture that held