The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-06-03
By
Henry Russell Miller
Copyrieht 1913.
The BObbs- Merrill Co

forget. But through the disordered
visions trickled the one lucid per
sistent thought that, when he fell and
felt the blessed GOODNESS OF wet earth
against his face, goaded him up and
on: kazia and the mills They We're
In danger, they were being taken from
him. he must save them.
So he beat his way slowly along
moonlit stretches OF rough road,
through darkened raYines where only
instinct found a path, until at last,
rounding a curve, he saw the furnace
looming huge before him.
Kazie did remember that other
storm, rare hour, Gaping weeks OF
fiawless happiness. during which she
had neryed herself 10 end the haley.
on period and go forth TO disillusion.
ment: II seemed unreal, a part Of an.
other life that she. another woman.
had once lived. At the window OF
her hotel room, while she waited for,
Mark to return with Piotr. she
watched the passing squall; watched
sadly. This storm could presage no
establishment. All her illusions, she
thought, were dead. Not even the
| troubled, questioning yet eager face
OF the man TO hunger for whom-de
serving or undeserving, II mattered
not--was her portion, could make one
OF them TO live. She did not want
them TO live again.
But as hours passed and he did not
return, sense OF an approaching
crisis, Of danger, came to her, The
squall died away, full darkness fell,
the train she was TO have taken with
Piotr rolled to a stop at the station
and out again, and still Mark had not
! returned. The sense grew heavier,
+, passive waiting unbearable. To es-
cape her foreboding she went out
into the night and walked about again
in the place she had once thought
OF as heaven. But she quickly left
the rambling old village, seen for the
first time yet holding so many mem.
cries OF which she must not think,
and went over to the new Bethel with
its wide paved streets and rows OF
pretty little cottages Many OF the
cottages were dark and untenanted
as yet, but she saw them as they
would be when they were the homes
OF a happy folk who toiled without
exhaustion or fear, with kindness I'm
/
often she had heard that picture
painted. Then she had heard II with
a pang of jealousy. seeing in the
happy city only another influence
drawing him away from her. fastening
the end, the inevitable end, OF her
dwindling happiness. Now she saw
with understanding and sympathy
and longing. IL only place In II
could be found for her.
But | mustn't think of that, either
1t couldn't bet oughtnt to be.
was foolish to come"
! She left the cluster of homes-to-be
and retraced her steps over the street
that led past the mills TO the bridge
started TO cross. But at the entrance
she stopped. Everywhere IL was the
same, redofencs OF him After all
TO her Bethel, the haven, was lust
Mark Truitt. Those sheds, the ranks
or stacks. the great furnace whose
shadow reached almost to her not
Iunbeautiful as they lay cold and silent
in the shifting moonlight, were the
child OF his brain, in a large sense
were himself. They would always be-
that TO her. They might grid a CON.
tinent with steel, span rivers. teach
men to defy the oceans gales or prove
that industry and human Kindness
we're not antitheses. But 70 her they
would always be Mark Truitt, the eyI.
dence OF his bigness, his justiica.
ton.
With a gasp and a sudden sinking
of heart she realized that the man
who could call such work into be.
ing was one OF the unique, the greatly
endowed men. And she was only .
woman who had sinned and repented
and then, forgetting her penitence
sinned again for him.
(coHtinued.)