The Washington times., 1913-08-24

the Elue ones bending over her. But
with consciousness memory came with
a rush.
You are very good to me-" she muir
INJURED, but ] must go to Philip
She strove TO rise, but Kathleen's
firm hand kept her down.
Lie STILL" she said. sternly. for a
few moments at least" She looked to-
ward the bed. There has been no
change. My God"-her voice rose al
most to a cry-''hcw l have watched
him. There has been no change for
days.'
If it means so much to you," said
Arladne, noticing, although not COM
pretending, the depth of feeling in the
reply, think what ii means to me. L
l am his wife'-why that iamnable it
Grafton? Kathleen could have struck
her-"and l love him so. Let me go
10 him.
You are weak, ill. Have you had
anything to eaI?"
Something at noon. There was 4
kind Northern woman at the hotel. 1
walked the streets all day long. He
wasn't at any of the hospitals or at
the dead house. No one knew of him.
How can l ever thank you for taking
him in?''
Il was glad to do it. You haven't
asked what my name is"
Il do not need to know it to know
that you have been an angel OF mercy
and kindness to one l love, but should
like to know ii that l may never for
get TO remember you in my prayers
My name is Manning. Mrs. George
Manning"
Il have heard Philip mention that
NAME said Ariadne. He was a COL
lege friend, was he not?'
Yes. and he is now a colonel in the
Massachusetts, line. He sent Phil-Mr.
Grafton-here."
Did you know my husband before
the war;"
Il had met him." replied Kathleen,
evasively. But you must not talk any
more now. L shall go and get you
something to eat Every woman in the
town is in the hospitals. I gave up
my own servants for that purpose with
the rest. 1 have only one woman and
a hired man or two, and that woman
could not frame the word-"over Mr..
Grafton. She is asleep now, and her
rest is sacred"
Thank you" said Ariadne. sitting up.
81 will take charge now. You can de
vote yourself TO your own people Your
mo one shall relieve me of my
charge" cried Kathleen.
1T is very good of you, but am mis-
wife"
Ariadne looked up fearlessly at the
other woman. She had no cause for
alarm. She did not in the slightest de-
gree understand the true situation. She
wondered, of course, at the others S
voice and manner, but she set it down
to ways and customs with which. she
was not familiar. Ariadne's life had
been a very circumscribed one. The
ple ntation. the quiet years at Richmond,
Philip had been her horizon. 1t takes
a great man or great love to fill the
horizon OF woman vision = and
Ariadne's was a great love. Kathleen
put strong constraint upon herself and
kept back the answer that rushed to
her lips. AS she turned to leave the
room Ariadne stopped her.
My husbands man Jeff here is an
admirable cook. He can do almost ev-
erything in fact and he will be glad to
help you"
Kathleen turned her eyes full upon
the negro who waited near the foot Of
his masters bed. He looked anything
but capable or efficient.
John" she said in a puzzled way, re-
ferring TO her hired man, said there
had been a vagrant negro here inquiring
for this officer. Why didn't you declare
yourself?"
Deed. my lady, 1 didn't know wat
mOught happen to me. l 'uz afeer'd
dem Yankees mought clap me right inter
de prison, an l was des projekin' round
der to git sum way to see Marse Phil
heah an den 10 fotch Miss 'Adny.
knowed he'd nebber lib without de LII
loOkin' an he amt cain nOhow, wen
ne TEX out dat liz lOcket an look at de
paintin' an shek he had an sigh des
lax he gret heart mos ready fer to bus.
knOwed how he done lub Tir Missis
heah. He amt sayin' much bout her
an he eyes fill wild tears. But he doan
cry, he jest shet ne mOuf an -
JEFF, what are you saying? Mister
Philip has no picture of me?"
Deed he had ma'am; 1 done see
hit"
Ariadne looked toward the other wo-
man in bewilderment What does he
mean?" she asked.
My dear madam. how should
know" began Kathleen, who knew well
enough what was about to happen. In
deed. into her mind light had come. She
had noted the loCket' when Philip had
been brought to her and had seen 1t
often while she dressed the wound IN
his shoulder. She knew that loCket, too;
I was her own. Once she had yielded
to temptation and looked to see II 1t
still contained her picture-a wrong
deed. but only those who have been in
such a situation might Censure; only
those who have felt such an appeal
blame. So this wife knew nothing of the
lOCket her husband wore? That was the
first point that struck Kathleen. In
that lOcket was the face of the woman
whom he had loved before he had mar
ried this other. He loved her still. then.
kathleen looked swiftly. eagerly into
the face of the other woman in sudden
suspiC on.
Tell me-" she cried. ARE you really
his Wife"
Another time Ariadne would have re-
sented such a question with righteous
Indignation but there was something
below all this which she could not
fathom. This woman acted so strange
ly. The question meant something
What? She would try to find out.
Il am she replied firmly.
But you are so young"
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