Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-07-27
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JULY II. 1913

that he waiting. She knew she wanted him. OF
And vet the fact that she must tell John about
her failure that made her disappointment sharpest and
most intoerabe. 1t failure there getting
away from that.
And they had hoped for much for everything, when
he left her at the gate! And how much had she got?
Some things, of course everything except an admission
wells daughter the little Jane Scott who the old man
had stubbornly insisted was drowned
OF course needn't believe the old mans statement
His mind had been in great confusion, if not actually
unsound. But that consideration wouldn't be enough,
couldn't possibly be enough, for her and John.
And there he waiting tor her.
ooh, my dear My dear!' he said. Il shouldn't have
let you go alone"
dts all right" she told him. "You couldn't have
helped"
He would have spared her talking about it, would
have had her sit down quietly beside him and let him
comfort her. But she couldn't do that. She had to
tell him. All the ugness and meanness and suspicion
The thing that had made the old mans death so
ntolerably painful the misery strokng of the recov
cred fragment of the bill just before the discovery that
They're all matched now" she said forlornly. ave
haven't any other chance, have we, John any chance
that you seer"
He couldn't see any other The only answer he could
have made her was to be made in words He opened
his big hands and shut them again tightly Here they
were side by SIDE on public bench in the little park,
where his hands forbidden to reach out and take
her, and hold her close and tight where he couldn't
kiss her wet eyes and comfort her. Yes they wet
Pamela crying
She dried them with her own handkerchief and sat
little straghter.
@Do you know what wish, John?" she said. "Do you
remember that hardware the main street that
had little canoe out in front of it? wish could
take that and couple of paddles and put it in
the river and just drift away for awhile After that it
wouldn't matter very much what happened. Even
if the boat-tipped over and"
His big hand reached out and closed on hers @We'1l
get the boat he said and go out on the river But it
won't end like that, Pamela because it coming right,
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since we've sat here together.
The sultry air stirred little breeze up from
the river and cooled her eyes,
"Dont you see?" said John. "The breeze says SOP
THE station hack was driving down the street, and
they watched it idly
1Thats the old driver that took to the hotel
the day came to Edmonton said Pamela.
He pulled up with loud @Whoa!' right opposite
where they sitting, at Peter DarveTs gate The
passenger who alighted was woman. They could see
the rim of her hat and her small gloved hand she
reached up to pay the driver.
take my bag up to the hotel, !im will your" they
heard say And the sound of her voice they looked
at each other inquiringly.
isn't that John. began .
The driver whipped up just then and the hack pulled
out of the way, leaving the passenger just where she
stood when she dsmounted. She hadn't even turned
toward the house, but looking the street and
into the little park straight at John and Pamela. 1t
was Mrs. Ashley.
aGood Lord!s said John under his breath ashes
coming over here" He didn't want to talk to Mrs.
Ashley, nor to anybody lie wanted to be left alone
with Pamela.
But Pamela to his establishment, rose with smile
and little gesture of welcome and went to her.
Il thought 1 spotted you from the window" Mrs.
Ashley said raising her voice little that John could
hear too; but had to wait for Jim to get his hack out
of the way to be sure"
Then, oddly enough, she took Pamela by the Shout
ders and stared long and hard straight into her face
@What idiot was!" she said. what perfect
idiot I was!" Then she turned to John "There was
something familiar about her the first time her,
coming on the ship kept trying to place her,
because 1T part OF my regular business placing people
But couldn't do it. The more tried to think where
had her. the lost got. That natural, of