The Washington times., 1913-08-28

f/N yES," said Kathleen, as if the
" matter were of little or no
Importance. She OWNED ex-
actly why he told her. and
her matter of fact way of receiving
his news-for she gave no outward
sign that her heart was breaking
startled him.
lit was not that had forgotten you.
Kathleen he began. But because
-" He checked himself just in time.
This was not loyal to Ariadne. All
that was necessary for Kathleen Kirk
wood to know was that he was mar
rieo. They tell me l have been here
two weeks" he continued.
Yes said Kathleen. And We
thought you might be here-forever."
The doctor says it is due to your
nursing that 1 owe my life. am
grateful. l must live-for Ariadne,'
he muttered family enough; but she
The woman was gone out of hath-
leenis life: from out of Philips, too.
Was the memory of her, the sound of
her name. to be ever present?
Did you send her any word?' he
asked at last.
Kathleen could not trust herself to
speak; mindful of her plighted word to
Ariadne she shook her head.
Had-has no message from her
reached you?"
NOIlE
But, of course, she could not know" "
he faltered, and there was a great feel
ing Of disappointment in his tone. Il
am very grateful to you, though
Kathleen felt ashamed to take to her
self all that praise, some Of which be-
Ionged to Ariadne. But she could say
nothing; her promise fettered her. The
interview was too much for her after
what she had gone through. She let
her hand fall on Philips forehead and
hot - ha first ffFTna iT,
many days.
:sThe doctor told me that you were not
to talk" she said 10 him.
Don't leave me-" pleaded Grafton; Il
will be very quiet if you will only stay
Kathleen nodded her head and sat
down in the chair near the bed.
Not there" said the young man.
Wont you move where I can look al
you without turning my head? You
Kathleen moved her chair as he
wished and sat there resolutely look
ing away from him. She was fighting
a battle as fierce as any waged between
contending armies-a battle in her own
soul. There are passions in lonely
human hearts which mock those that
inhabit the field. Kathleen's heart was
a house divided within her. Philip had
the larger snare, but some OF her az
fection went back to the camp in Nir-
ginia where her husband lay with his
men, and some of ii followed the slen-
der figure of Aradne-tbe dauntless-
as she resOlutely held her way south
ward.
Conflicting passions tore Kathleen's
being. There was hope for her. A week
since there had been one object in heI
heart, the man by her side. Now II was
lust beginning to be-different. She sa,
there a long time fighting her battle il
silence. To suffer and to give no sign
that is the herOism Of woman. By anC
BY the struggle for self-cOntTOl became
Insupportable; she rose from her Chail
Ia leave the room. She could not resis
Ole glance at her patient. He Wa!
asleep. He had met her eyes when III
awakened: upon her his eyes had lin
eered until he slept. Yet he dreamed o.
Ariadne! Kathleen, kneeling by his side
pressed her lips 10 the pillow on which
his head lay. She stood over him, On'
hand upon her heart the other out
stretched to him in yearning, or bene
diction, she could not say. She watched
him a moment or two and then turned
from the room.
In the library hung a picture Of he
husband She knelt down before II ant
prayed as she had never prayed befor'
for strength TO keep the faith and be I
woman true. Then she went back int
the sick room again TO resume ne
watch She was stronger noW-some
thing of the peace she asked for file
her soul
Grafton was awake when she entered
and she confronted him with more mas
terry OF herself She did not shrink whel
he said that someone must write Ito nj
wife. Although she knew that no lette
could reach Ariadne now and ina