The Yale expositor., 1914-06-18

sara. prefer 10 go.
This morning / should have held
a sword over your head"
"It is very difficult for me to realize
all that has happened"
You are free to depart. You are
free in every sense of the word. Your
future rests with yourself. my dear"
1T hurts me more than | can tell
to feel that you have been hating me
all these months"
1T hurts me-now."
Hetty walked to the window and
/ looked out.
What are your plans?" Sara in
Quired, after an interval.
Il shall seek employment-and wait
for you to act"
81? You mean?"
81 shall not run away, Sara. Nor do
Z intend to reveal myself TO the au-
thorities. am not morally guilty OF
crime. A year ago | feared the con-
sequences OF my deed, but i have
| learned much since then. ! was
stranger in a new world. In England
we have been led to believe that you
| lynch women here as readily as you
| lynch men. / now know better than
| that. From you alone l learned my
| greatest lesson. You revealed TO me
the true meaning OF human kindness.
! You shielded me who should not
Even now / believe that your first
| impulse was a tender one. l shall
not forget il, Sara. You will live to
| hnf
later on. ! have loved you-yes, al
most as a good dog loves his master.
| IL is not for me TO tell the story OF
| that night and all these months to
! the world. | would not be betraying
myself, but you. You would be called
upon to explain, not l. And you would
| be the one to suffer. When you met
me on the road that night | was on
my way back to the inn to give my
self into custody. You have made it
impossible for me to do so now. My
lips are sealed. 1t rests with you,
| Sara"
Sara Joined her in the broad win
dow. There was strangely exalted
look in her face. A gilded birdcage
hung suspended in the easement. With
| out word, she threw open the win
dow screen. The gay little canary in
the gilded cage cooked his head and
watched her with alert eyes. Then
she reached up and gently removed
the cage from its fastenings. Putting
II down upon the window sill, she
opened the tiny door. The bird hoped
about his prison in state Of great
excitement
Hetty looked on, fascinated.
At last a yellow streak shot out
through the open door and an instant
later resolved itself into the bobbing,
fluttering dicky-bird that had lived
in cage all its life without an hour
of freedom. For a few seconds il
circled over the tree tops and then
alighted on one of the branches. One
might we'll have imagined that he
could hear its tiny heart beating with
terror. It's wings were half-raised and
fluttering, it's head Jerking from side
TO side in wild perturbation. Taking
courage, Master DiclIy hoped timo-
rously TO nearby twig, and then ven
tured a fight to tree top nearer the
window easement. Perched in it's top
most branches he cheeped shrilly, as
If there was fear in his little breast.
In silence the two women in the
window watched the agitated move
ments of the bird. The same thought
was in the mind of each, the same
question, the same intense wish.
A brown thrush sped through the
air. close by the timid canary. Like
a fash it dropped to the twigs lower
down, its wings palpitating in violent
alarm.
"Dicky!" called Sara Wrandall, and
then cheeped between her teeth.
A moment later Dicky was fiutterinS
about the caves; his circles grew
smaller, his winging less rhythmical,
till at last with a nervous little flutter
he perched on the top of the window
shutter, so near that they might have
reached to him with their hands. He
sat there with his head cooked to one
| side.
"Dicky!" called Sara again. This
time she held out her finger. For some
time he regarded it with indifference,
not to say disfavor. Then he took one
more flight. but much shorter than the
first, bringing up again at the shutter.
top. A second later he hoped down
and his little talons gripped Sara's
finger with an earnestness that left
no room for doubt.
She lowered her hand until il was
even with the open door OF the gilded
cage. He shot inside with a whir that
suggested a scramble. With his wings
folded, he sat on his little trapeze
and cheeped She closed and fastened
the door. and then turned to Hetty.
my symbol" she said softly.
There were tears in Hetty's eyes.
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