Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-05

known how to be. When grew up people told me how
much better off was than other people, how happy
would be- that anything wanted mine for the ask
ing measuring my future happiness, the world will,
in terms of dollars and cents. I'm only twentythree,
John Markham; but I've bought from life already all
it has to offer Isn't there something else? Isn't there
something that one can't buy?"
eyes" he said. "Freedom!'
aThat's it, she CRIED freedom! I'm a slave I've
always been slave my lawyers and trustees, tool
in the hands of the people who fatten on nethe ser
who rob the guests who iatter and use me,
the people of society who invite to their houses and
take character when my back is turned. I'm slave,
John Markham moral coward afraid of my enemies,
afraid of my friends afraid to hate afraid to love, dis
trusting everyone, even myself!
He did not speak; but she turned toward him she
saw that his eyes were alght with comprehension She
thrust out her hands mpusvey and caught his in her
3Take me with you, John Markham. want to learn
what makes you happy want to learn your secret of
living
@Impossble" he stammered.
She dropped his hands and turned away. 3You refuse
then?'
al didn't say so. But can't believe
~You must I've paid you the high compliment of
thinking you'd understand"
He tangled his brows in perplexity. Eyes, I'm fiat
tered; but have you thought? I'm afoot, eating and
drinking where and what | can get sleeping where
may. 1t wouldn't be easy for girl"
@Tm not made of tender stuff" she broke off and
turned toward him with an mpulsive gesture IF you
don't want me- she cried, "tell I'll believe you
and co.
mo" he muttered, II won't tell you that. But have
YOU thought of the consequences of what people will
Think"
3Let them think what they choose" she said.
She met the nqustion of his eyes frankly, and the
thought that for moment had troubled him went flying
to the winds in the treetops For all her experience
with the world she a child with trust in him
an innocence that appalling.
@The roads of France FREE he laughed gaily.
allow should stop your
She looked UP at him in delight. "You mean it?
may go? Oh, John Markham, you're jewel of
mani"
aPerhaps YOU won't think SO when we're vagabonds
together for vagabond you must be- taking what
without complaint, wine, crust"
Here's my hand it, A vagabond-with vaga-
bonds luck-vagabonds fare"
He studied her moment again. soberly testing her
with his gaze but she did not finch "This, he said
at last, "is the maddest thing you've ever done.'
CHAPTER XII The Fairy Godmother
LIE threw the knapsack over his shoulder and picked
UP Herma's leather bag, which had been saved
from the wreck of the machine; but she quickly took
it from him.
NO." she said sternly "I'n do my own carrying
I'll take my half whatever it is She led the way out
into the road then paused. (Which way Brother?n
He pointed with his stick. Southwark, he said
but paused, looking down the hill toward the gate
keepers cottage around which small crowd still how
cred. "But there's something to do before co.
"The machine? There's nothing to do with that
I'll leave it
aNot only the machine we'll leave something else
here
Her puzzled glance questioned
"Our denttes-we'n leave them here too, if you
please" he replied. "a person by the name of Hernia
Challoner from this point simply ceases to exist.