The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1914-09-10

grinning, as the horse lumberingly re-
sumed its journey.
Mark swung slowly along homeward.
He smiled pityingly. He had read
Alright the new interest in Unity's face
that of the condemned prisoner who
has heard rumor Of reprieve. He was
sorry for her. And pity-we have 1t
from the poets-is loves poor relation.
Mark regained a measure OF strength.
He discarded one crutch and began
each day to take a few steps expert
mentally with no support but a cane.
He spent many beautiful idle hours,
alone or with Richard Courtney, driv-
ing his new horse among the hills.
Sometimes-often- was with
him on these drives. Tongues clacked
according 10 prophecy. But Mark did
not care. And Unity did not care.
Mark fell placidly and easily in love
with Unity again. At least, the while
protesting, he decided that 1t must be
love.
But the protest was half-hearted.
He wanted to love.
Are we goin to stay here in
Bethel" Simon broke a long silence
to inquire. one rainy evening
II don't know" Mark answered out
of brown study, of his guard. But
he added quickly: Yes, | do know.
I'm going to stay"
Then, what are We goin' to do?"
Il don't need to do anything I've
GOT tWaptv tho,,cand doIIara That1l
last me-in Bethel"
Simon shook his head gravely. "Ye
can't stand that. Ye've got to do
somethin'. An there's nothin' to do
here-yet."
And never will be-"
"Mebby not. All the more reason
why that Mister Henley's right"
Would you have me go back to
the city,"
Yes"
You don't know what you're say
ing" Mark began irritably. Il could
never take a pen pusher's job. The
mills are all know. And that life
you don't know it, 1t costs too much.
1t takes it out Of you, drives you like
a slave. Tim not fit for it now.
lt-oh, let's not talk about it"
But Simon had more than one of
Marks problems on his mind.
Are ye." he went on, "goin' to
marry Unity Martini"
Il don't know. suppose So"
If ye don't find out purity soon."
remarked Simon most surprisingly,
she'll do your KNOWN fur ye. !
wouldn't"
Mark stopped at window, looking
frowningly out at the sheets of rain
that dashed across the square of light.
Simon must have felt deeply on the
subject, for he repeated, Il wouldn't"
NO." said Mark testify, II suppose
you wouldn't / don't know. But II
do it. 1t will be with my eyes open. ."
Which seems a most unlover-like say
ing.
There was an evening when he was
alone with Unity on Squire Martins
front porch. 1t was one OF the soft
dangerous nights that sometimes
come to Bethel in early September.
They talked little and that in low
tones.
Once he leaned toward her. He had
to peer closely to make out her look
Of content.
do you know" he remarked, you
ought to be glad l came back?"
Indeed And why?"
Have you looked in the mirror
lately? When first came you looked
we'll cranky and as though you
didn't care whether school kept or
not"
Well of all the conceit! l sup
pose you take all the credit" Thus
she admitted certain improvements.
And why not?" he laughed lazily.
When you come right down to it,
Unity. you never really, definitely
threw me over"
1T isn't too late"
Yes, it is too late"
+. She said nothing. But when he
reached up to take her hand he found
it a tightly clenched little ball.
Unity. do you remember the drive
we took that Sunday before went to
the city,"
Il think | do"
She thinks she does!" he apostro-
phized the night. II have a scheme.
Tomorrow, right after dinner, I'm 60
ing to drive down here for you. Unity,
let's have the Sunday over again
in every particular"
Again she was silent.
You don't agree?"
Tin not sure"
THAT you love meP"
She shook her head THAT want
to marry you"
But when he drew her down and
kissed her, she did not resist. Wait"
he whispered fatuously. until tomor-
row. Then you will be convinced"
Although what virtue the morrow
would hold he did not say. He prob
ably did not guess.
Unity did not scruple to change the
current of another's life she saw no
occasion for scruples. She thought she
loved Mark. But she did not believe
his expressed resolve to stay in Bethel
was, could be, genuine; or, il genuine,
that it's execution would be- good for