The Yale expositor., 1912-08-01

grow little weary under such circum
stances, had added immensely to his
remorse and quickened his determin
alton to expiate his guilt and cherish
her memory. She could understand
why he would do just as he had done
go into the wilderness to be alone In
horror of himself and in horror Of his
fellow men to think only, mistakenly
of her.
Now he was paying the penalty OF
that isolation. Men were made to
live with one another. and no one
could violate the law natural, or by
so long an inheritance as to have SO
become, without paying that penalty.
His ideas of loyalty and fidelity were
warped, his conceptions of his duty
were narrow. There was something
noble in his determination, it is
true, but there was something also
very foolish. The dividing line be
! tween wisdom and folly is some
| times as indefinite as that between
comedy and tragedy, between laughter
and tears. If the woman he had
married and killed had only hated
him and he had known it would have
been different, but since he believed
so in her love he could do nothing
else.
At that period in her reflections
Enid Maitland saw great light.
The woman had not loved her hus-
band after all, she bad loved anOth-
mi, IL IL, L.. H.
dreamed had not been for him. BY a
strange chain of circumstances Enid
Maitland held in her hand the sOlu-
ton OF the problem. She had but
to give him these letters to show
him that his golden image had stood
upon feet of clay, that the love up
on which he had dwelt was not his.
Once convinced of that he would
come quick to her arms. She crieG
a prayer of blessing on old Kirby
and started to her feet, the letters
in hand to call Newbold back to her
and tell him, and then she stopped.
Woman as she was she had re-
spect for the binding conditions and
laws Of honor as well as he Chance,
nay Providence, had put the honor
Of this woman. her rival, in her
hands. The world had long since
forgotten this poor unfortunate; in
no heart was her memory cherished
save in that Of her husband. His
idea of her was a false one to be
own happiness could Enid Maitland
overthrow that ideal, shatter that
memory.
She sat down again with the let
ters in her hand. 1t had been very
simple moment since, but it was
not so now. She had but to show
him those letters 10 remove the great
barrier between them. She could not
do it. 1t was clearly impossible. The
reputation of her dead sister who
had struggled so bravely to the end
was in her hands. she could not sac
riflce her even for her own happi-
ness.
"Quixotic," you say? do not think
so. She had Numbered unwittingly.
unwillingly, upon the heart secret of
the other woman; she could not be-
tray it. Even If the other woman
had been really unfaithful in deed as
we'll as in thought to her husband
Enid could hardly have destroyed his
recollection of her. How much more
impossible it was since the other wo-
man had fought So heroicaily and so
successfully for her honor. Woman
hood demanded her silence. Loyal
ty, honor, compelled her silence.
A dead hand grasped his heart and
the same dead hand grasped hers.
She could see no way out of the diff
ficulty. SO far as she knew no hui
man soul except old Kirkby and her
self knew this woman's story. She
could not tell Newbold and she
would have to impose upon Kirkby
the same silence as she herself
exercised. There was absolutely
no way in which the man could
find out. He must cherish his dream
as he would She would not enlight-
en- him, she would not disabuse his
mind, she could not shatter his ideal,
she could not betray his wife They
might love as the angels of heaven
and yet be kept forever apart--by
n scruple. an idea, Il principle, an alb
stractiOn. honor, o name.
Her mind told her these things
were idle and foolish, but her soul
would not hear OF 1t. And in spite of
her resolutions she felt that even
tually there would be some way. She
would not have been Il human wo-
man if she had not horcd and prayed
that. She believed that God had ere.
ated them for each other, that he
had thrown them together. She was
enough of fatalist in this instance
at least to accept their intimacy as
the result OF His ordination. There
must be some way out of the diem
ma.
Yet she knew that he would be
true TO his belief and she felt that
she would not be false to her obli-
cation. What of that? There would
be some way. Perhaps somebody
else knew. and then there flashed