Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-11-09

crooked Even if crooked, you know, neither
OF would be willing to admit it..
But it's question not much of my wisdom as OF
Herma's. You'll admit"
II admit nothing she said quickly. you've
prsed, shocked, and grieved beyond words both of
you; also made me feel tre foolish My judgment
shaken to the earth Here I've been holding you up
kind of paragon osslzed Galahad, with a horizon
just at your elbowsto find you touring France doing
the amiable with frolicsome scapegrace in bolero
Jacket
Il would remind you he broke in stifly @that you
speaking of Hernia Challoner.
"Oh I'm quite aware of it," with careless of
her hand. "And as to Hermia's wisdomfe has taught
this: that woman may be clever, she may be in
tuitive, she may be skilfu but she's wise And
SO | say I'm shocked, John Markham, outraged and
shocked beyond expression
"Oh you the limit, Olga' he blurted out.
simply because adhere to the traditions of my
because adhere to the memory Of my friendships?
like you John Markham Your simplicity has always
appealed to me. And now that you add galantry to
your sober charms confess you're quite rressti
BILE
Markham stopped short Il can't have you talking
like this, he said quietly Il don't mind what you say
of of course; but your choice of words is not for
tunate. Miss Chaloner and /"
Spare your BREATH she said, turning on him swiftly.
I'm no fool I've lived in the world. If Hernia Chal-
Toner chooses to lay herself open criticism, that's her
lookout. II say what please of her She has earned
that retributon. Talk as YOU will of your own virtues
and hers, you'd succeed in convincing anyone of
your innocence-ne least of all What's the of
beating around the bush? through milestone
if it has a hole in it. Hernia Challoner-s
SILENCE!' His fingers gripped her arm, and she
stopped, ready to cry out with the pain of it.
3You re insulting the woman love. Do you hear?" he
whispered through set lips. "Ill hear of it.
here esewhere We travelled together, that is all.
My God! that you should dare" He stopped sud-
al her VIII still
smiled though the pain of her gave her agony, and
then he relaxed with laugh "You don't mean it, |
know. It isn't worthy of you. Why, Olga you her
friend. You know her intimatey-body and soul.
You can't believe it. You don't"
Il dol" fercey. Il do believe it-more's the pity!'
They had stopped and facing each other, bay
ones crossed The city roared about them; but they
did not hear it. He dominated her. masterful. She
fought back silently thing of and passion only
but she did not finch, though he had already wounded
her MORALLY.
"Le, if you like to me, John Markham. Lie to me!
It's your duty. Lie like gentleman. But you can't
make me believe you. I'm no fool-I1 say what like
of her-or of you, when choose, where choose
Il won't believe you"
@You must. 1t has to that she went
on, whispering. "Ive given you the best of me,
the very best, what has had of me,-affection
strong and tender, friendship clean and wholesome
gave gladly. I'm not sorry. They sweeter even
than the love in my breast which stfled-whch still
STILES me-
"Oga!' The suppressed passion of her confession
startled him. Her half-cosed eyes burned through the
dusk, then paed again.
4It's true, she went on haltingy. a love you My
ove-I'm proud of it, prouder of it than of anything
I've ever been known, because its sweet and clean
That's why can look you the eyes and tell you so.
Why shouldn't /? What is my womans pride beside
that other pride? have not stooped-as she has-to
conquer
"Sh!"
"She stopped to conquer. I'm glad -glad-it shows
the difference between 1t weighs against the
other You shall know. One day you shall know.
You'll tire of her-its always the ending of conquest