Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-06-08

do things exactly right. Life wouldn't have
been worth living with anyone else.
She noted the tense of the verb with
little sinking of the heart. Wouldn't have
been"-as if it were over! But nothing of
that showed in her face, either Every five
minutes, she said, with a nod toward the
glass. Had YOU rather | talked to you
between times, or kept still?s
talk, he said. Tell me about tonight.
@Why. l saw the ghost" she said, "the
rabbit, you know, and was little more
frightened than I'd bargained for. But
but that young American man came along
and saved me-
Her voice sounded little queer to her as
she said that, and she wondered if her father
noticed it. She hadn't any other way of
designating him yet.
Apparently he didn't. "The one down.
stairs this morning." he asked.
She nodded. HE used to live here once,
she went on ooh. long ago. when he was
little boy. So he treated my ghost respect
fully"
She gave him another spoonful OF brandy
then; though the five minutes wasn't up. 1t
was getting harder all the time to keep the
even flow of conversation going.
"On the whole. though she went on, Il
don't think the ghost was the queerest thing
that happened to me; although perhaps
this was just another ghost. We came home
rather roundabout, because | was afraid to
60 past the churchyard again. But on the
way, not very far from here, there IS place
where two lanes come together at the high
street. There's perfectly lovely little cot
tage there in between thenl-oh, with every
thing you could want cottage to have,-a
hedge of May around it, and an old, old
apple tree. We stopped to look at it just
because it was so lovely. But the more
looked at it. the more | seemed, somehow,
to remember it. l told you this morning
about how | seemed to remember the tide
coming in. Well, this was just the same,
only stronger
"Just off the high street, you said?' he
asked her. @To the left as you go down
toward the bridge?"
@Yes,r she said. shat the place.
9That' curious" said Tered Harris, hardly
above whisper. He said it rehectively, as
if talking to himself rather than to the girl
Il wondered if you'd remember; but it
seemed hardly possible"
@Then you did bring me here she ques-
toned, "when | was very little?'
"Four years old he told her. "But
didn't bring you here. took you away
from here.
"You didn't bring me, but you took me
away?' Her frown was frankly perplexed.
"But-"
"Give me some more of the brandy he
interrupted. mot just a teaspoonful:
real drink"
THERE was little silence after she had
given it to him, while she sat watching
the blue pallor in his face give place to a less
CHASTITY hue.
1t was re at last who broke the silence.
Pamela. you've heard me say suppose
I've said it pretty often-that there are
times in nearly everybody's life when the
right thing to do is to do wrong: anyway, to
do something that perhaps everybody else
in the world would call wrong. Of course,
all the justification one can have for doing a
thing like that comes from the event. If it
turns out right. then perhaps even other
people may say that what you did was the
right thing to do. But that doesn't matter
SO much, if you can say it yourself. The
trouble is that things don't turn out at all in
any final sense. One thing leads to another,
and that leads to something else. And you
cannot be sure that what you did may not
lead, sometime, to disaster or a tragedy
He hesitated a moment there. 3Pamela, .
he asked. shave you been happy? Has it
been good life you have led with me?N
Her brave voice faltered a little as she
answered that and she couldn't quite man