The Washington times., 1913-08-27
THE TIMES DAHL
THE PATRIOTS
The Story of Lee and the Lost Hope

I said Ariadne, speaking to her heart and
not to the humble black man who stood
| before her. Here is a letter for Mr..
Philip. You are to keep il and not give
| il to him until he leaves this house.
You are not to tell him that have been
Deed 1 will, Miss Andy"
Can 1 depend upon you?"
''Sartin sho' you kin. Miss. I cross
my heart an bress. swar 1 nebber
tell him a word bout you"
| I believe you, JEFF. Good-by.
She extended her hand to him. Jen
| took it in both his great paws and,
touched by the honor. shook 1t vehe-
mently. She slipped a note into the
pocket of his tattered jacket, a jacket
which Ariadne's needle h i made some
| what more presentable Il m 1t had been
| when first he mer her. Jeff was as
proud of his young mistress, and would
not be beholden to the North II he
could avoid it.
Ariadne then went back into the din
ing room. The doctor was busy with
his patient in the sick room. Kathleen
still stood by the window. Arladne
bag was packed. She went up to her
room, put on her hat, came down
through the hall. The room in which
her husband lay was opposite the din
ing room. No one would ever know the
yearning that was in her heart to enter
that bed-chamber and take Philip in
and pressed her head against 1t. She
could hear his feeble voice. Terribly
weak, yet il was his natural voice
speaking. and speaHing sanely, appar-
emily. She was too far away. he spoke
too low, for her to make out what he
said.
Perhaps f she could have distin-
guished the words she might have hes
itated. but as il was, with prayer TO
God, which was for the first time III
many days. as much for herself as Tor
him she turned away and entered the
dining room. Kathleen was still star
ing out OF the window. Ariadne entered
Softly and stood quietly looking at her
fol- 2 moment in silence. There was no
hatred in her look. Poor Kathleen, she
could NOT helm IL. Ariadne could for
give any woman for loving Philip. That
was not the painful part Of the situa-
ton. She went over to her and touched
her On the shoulder. Kathleen turned
around. her face working. her eyes
II am going" said Ariadne; you
were good to me. You will be good 10
HIM.
Stay cried the other. stretching
out her hands. He must, he Will
care--for you!'
Arisdne shook her head.
Goodbye" she said
Kathleen lasped her hand conVul-
siveIy, ard then she dropped and put
her own hands over her lace. Arladne
turned away, crossed the room, went
down the !ong hall. stepped upon the
porch-that porch with the purple Gle
mats twining around its white pillars.
shat porch where's Philip had declared
his love FOR Kathleen, and received his
answer. WheE Ariadne had crossed
that porch and descended its steps the
house and its inmates would be behind
her. That was her Rubicrn. Only BE-
fore her lay solitude, abandonment,
breaking heart-and hope behind There
was something In the fact that made
her pause for an instant. There was
rush Of hurried feet along the hall.
4 wonan's form burst through the
door. A ria 5ne was seized in strorE
Young arms, she was swept against 4
wil6Iy-beating heart, lips were pressed
to her own.
"Gcod-ry." said Kathleen in whis-
Der: Il can't hate you; ! must love
t;ou. May God help me to do what is
right"
As quickly as she had come she was
gone. Ariadne who had stood like
statue, yass've. unresponsive, hut not
Indifferent. descended the steps, passed.
out through the gate and went down
me hill alone.