The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1913-11-17
Many Waters
BY MARGARET DELAND
(Author of "John Ward, Preacher" Awaken
ing of Helena Ritchie.'')

Her husband put his arm about
her to help her upstairs, but she
drew away. mo; stay down and
smoke with Mr.. Bates" Then, as
he insisted on coming up with her.
she pushed his arm away, sharply.
"Please-DON'Ti My head aches.
Please-go away"
Thomas Fleming stood blankly
upon the stairs a moment, then
went back to Bates.
II never knew Amy SO upset."
he said, stupidity.
Its been a hard week for her."
Bates explained, easily. But Flem-
ing smoked morosely; he was plain
ly relieved when his guest said me
thought he would go to bed.
We'll take the eight-fifteen in
the morning, Bates" he said, and
Bates, yawning, agreed.
Fleming went softly into his own
room, and was half disappointed.
half relieved, to find his wife lying
motionless. with closed eyes. "A
good nights sleep will set her up"
he thought, tenderly. Fleming HIM
self had a good nights sleep. That
Amy's eyes opened painfully to the
dark, when the house had sunk in
to silence, he did not know. She
seemed to be sleeping soundly
when he awoke the next morning.;
and again he crept about not even
daring to kiss her. lest she might
be disturbed. Just before he and
Bates made a dash for the eight
fifteen, he told Jane to ask Mrs.
Fleming to call him up on the tel
ephone when she came downstairs,
so he might know how she was.
AS for Amy, when she heard the
front door close behind the two
hurrying men, she got UP YEARLY.
Now, I've got time to think"
she said. There was a certain re-
lief in the consciousness of silence
and of time. She could think all
day; she could thing until half
past six; how many hours? Ten!
Ten hours-in which to take up a
new life. Ten hours in which to
become acquainted with her hus-
band.
II have never known him." she
said feebly to herself. Well, now
she must think.
She had some coffee and went
down to the library. She told Jane
that she would not see anyone, all
day. II have a headache" she ex-
lot - 90 hnr
she drew her little chair up to the
hearth; NOW, I'll think" she said.
The $1,000 had been borrowed"
from one trust to pay another. /.
Borrowing from Peter to
pay Paul. Well, restitution,
first Of all; on Tuesday. They
would sell a bond. and take some
money out of the bank. But after
restitution they must go on living.
But don't know him." came the
dreadful refrain, checked by the in
slant determinations: "Oh, MUST
thinkw
When Fleming came hurriedly up
the garden path to his own door,
he had to pull out his latchkey to
let himself into the house. He
caught sight of her in the library.
standing motionless, her back to
the door, one hand resting on the
mantelpiece, the other dropping at
her side, the fingers between the
pages of book. He came in
quickly, with gayIy, derisive
laugh.
you didn't hear mer Then, as
she did turn, he sobered. Amy,
what is 1t? Why, Amy! Is there
anything the matter? Is anything
wrong?"
Yes. There is something
wrong"
"Amyr he said, thoroughly
alarmed, what is the natter Tell
mer'
IT will tell you. SIT down. There;
at the library table. I will--show
you."
He sat down, blankly. his lower
lip falling open with perplexity.
She sighed, then came around the
book down beside him. She press
ed 1t open, and In silense ran her
finger down the page.
The fire sputtered little; then
everything was still. She had left
him. and had gone back to the
hearthrug, and stood as before. one
hand on the mantelpiece, the other
iistIess at her side. The silence
was horrible.
Then, suddenly. Thomas Fleming
ripped and tore the pages out of
the book, and threw them on the
logs; the quick leap of the flames
shone on his, white face and his
furious eyes. A minute afterward
he spoke. Under that storm
OF outrageous words she bent and