Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-08-03

and thus was denied or as though suddenly she
bered that it her fate always to be denied She
dropped my hand and let with smile had
not gone mile. though. before a sudden pang Of
regret refined up. there in the middle of shaking
quagmire-and I almost turned back. But didn't
cursed myself for fool and went on should have
gone back.
Three weeks later again in Manila and told
my story BY which 1 seemed Strang's dsap
probation following the telling. he did not speak
o days. And then. a month later. we
heard that she dead.
The news came to first a rumor way. then
another then again in another, always mprecise but
leaving doubt of the hard fact that she was dead
gave details did tell how she had died
but We knew. the three of us. we knew OF loneii-
ness severity starved Of tnklings and sounds of
nrt of sheer desoaton in that miserable pueblo of
the Cagayan beneath the heavy mournfulness of the
rains. And the thought had strong effect me
strong almost it had Strang For unreason-
ably irresstibly. spite of best efforts be-
possessed of absurd but fixed idea: that II
stayed that time gone back, had yielded to the
cling of her hands had returned to the memory OK
pleading eyes. then she would not have died
The mess was gloomy. and Hart angry. I'm
going to move" announced: you people get
This place is like sepulcher And all this
black fuss a girl who tinkled a banjo and wore
ribbons. Why, she's doubt somewhere now. her
little head the strings. tinkling away most
happily. and laughing at you two dark senmentalists
shedding down nere!"
You're right" said strang. going the piano "a
piece Loot and striking the loosened wires In
a crashing false chord.
Hart who looked worried when he came
in the next evening He at the door of the big
with one finger. rose and met him IN the na.
He's downstairs he whispered 'He!
Right away 1 knew who it The husband; the
husband of the dead girl. Good Lord" 1 said
Hes leaving States" Hart continued He
got in this morning. 1 found him wandering the
the aishs s,r.ns
aad Course ws kesp hm @
while ss aa anG
He walked in two steps and stopped "a, AT s hrst
then that .in he b nsa
n 5 s % he s hs
Es; $s IL
sSss ass Gs ; S 81
roc s'1aoE ana '1" a 'i
sit down. sit down." at length said
had noted looks h% II ID sssr
and the box carefully
%s c os staring at the little box
:aigE n s @ ssa.
. to ana to play e on it h
h nss on vas that tis for solemn thnsa
she wSs.sG Psts,nea soka:
night in the hu, OF the lonely pueblo bio
White piiSw begging for the banjo for last bit of
his MIND and was net Id .s
he turned he OF n s eyes s upon u
sa"s se
Won imbecile," he said: you somber imbecle!'
1T was a solemn moment" began again the wreck
" But Strangs pushed up abruptly from low
resonance to a terrible cry, like a
And before could move he had eaped the interven
i.g snace al was a the others throat.
The chair went backward with crash that
the blood tlngling through veins;
Strang He had the missionary down and. with his
iron fingers was strangling him. swiftly and merc-
lessly.
ter We fs s s
of his bs er, raised the mis-
aopss into Ha
stretched face down his cot. and his whole big
We walked Hart and l. the missionary and
down the Luneta Beach, by the phosphorescent
beneath the stars til he was Gained till we were
dark nd still. The missionary slept in room. and
at avn him to his ship and saw him depart
with the banjo
Strang in his place. waiting for He
VAS shaven. had immaculate white suit and
a., -. ~ nner nothing remind Of the
scene ~ the night. There never has been since