The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-04
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 Hour after hour the boat ran uI aud down the shore. The moon arose and the night air grew very chilly Henderson put on an overcoat and piled more covers on Edith.
 You must take me home," she said at last. "The folks will be uneasy"
 He was compelled to take her to the cottage with the battle still raging He went back early the next morning but already she had wandered out son felt that the shore would attract her. There was something in the tu mutt of rough little Huron's waves that called to him. It was there he found her, crouching so close the water foam was dampening her skirts.
 May I stAyr he asked.
 T have been hoping you would come" she answered, Its bad enough when you are here, but 1t is . little easier than bearing it alone.
 ''Of course you know there is some thing have got to do, Hart! win yor so with meT'
 ''Of course.''
 "I might as well give up and get il over," she faltered.
 That was the first time in her life that Edith Carr ever had proposed te give up anything she wanted.
 Help me. Hart!" Henderson started around the beach assisting her all he could Finally he stopped.
 ''Edith, there is no sense in this You are too tired to go. You know you can trust me. You wait in any ot these lovely places and send me. You will be safe, and I'll run. One word is all that is necessary"
 But I've got to say that word my. self, Hartr'
 Then write 1t and let me carry 1t The message is not going to prove who went to the office and sent it."
 '-That is quite true," she said drop. ping wearily, but she made no move ment to take the pen and paper hs offered.
 "Hart,' you write it,"~ she said si last.
 Henderson turned away his face He gripped the pen, while his breath suck. cd between his dry teeth.
 "Certainly!' he said when he could speak. 'Mackinac, Aug. -27. Philip Ammon, Lake Shore hospital, Chi cage" He paused with suspended pen and glanced at Edith. Her white lips were working, but no sound came. Miss Comstock is at Terrence O'More's, on Mackinac island, ]" prompt cd Henderson. Edith nodded.
 Signed, Henderson" continued the big man.
 Edith shook her head. "4ay, She is well and happy and sign. Edith Carrr' she panted.- Mot on your Nfer' flashed Hender. son. For the love of mercy, Hart. don't make this any harder! It is the least can do, and 1t takes every ounce oi strength in me to do it." | ''Will you wait for me here?" he asked. She nodded, and, pulling his hat lower over his eyes, Henderson ran around the shore. In less than an hour he was back. That evening they were sailing down the straits before a stiff breeze and Henderson was busy with the tiller when she said to him, Hart 1 want you ta do something more f0l me. want you to go away"
 Very well," he said quietly, but hi. face whitened visibly. "You say that as if you had been expecting it." "I have. I knew from the beginning that when this was over you would dislike me for having seen you suffer Does 1t make any difference to you where goT' "I want you where you will be loved and good care taken of you" Thank you," said Henderson, smil ing grimly. Have you any idea where such spot might be found?" Ut should be with your sister at Los Angeles. She always has seemed very fond of you" "That Is quite true" said Tender son, his eyes brightening little. "l will go to her. When shall I start?" At once" ! Henderson began to tack for the landing, but his hands shook until he scarcely could manage the boat. Editf Carr sat watching him indiferently but her heart was throbbing painfully 'fWhy is there so much suffering in the worldy' she kept whispering to her self. Inside her door Henderson toob her by the shoulders almost roughly. !
 "For how long is this, Edith, and how are you going to say goodbJ to meT"