The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-01-23

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And suddenly q pair Of thin Wedh
arms was thrown about her neck anc
for long minute the two women held
each other in an embrace that bridget
every gulf. Race prejudice, the IN
heritance OF generations, dropped be
low the horizon OF their lives. In that
last moment of farewell they rose trl
umphant above the mists OF human
blindness and recognized in each oth-
er the humanity common TO them
both.
Remember! Sarasvati whispered.
Promise 10 remember.
81 promise" Diana answered bro
kenly.
and thus they parted Diana chi.
chester stumbled Gown the wide stair
case. past Hurst's library She knew
that he was therc--only q door sepa-
rated them-and It was perhaps the
last time she would be able 10 see
him for many years-yet she crept
on her way stealthily. like thief who
fears detection. Then the door was
violently opened and through the
gloom he saw and recognized her.
Diana" he exclaimed. She came
back mechanically. against her will.
and they looked az each other for a
moment in an unsmiling silence. 81
lid not know you were in the house,
he went on.
81 ave come 10 say good-by'
"Rut not TO me as It seems" He
motloned her TO pass him into the
room. Surely we have the right 10
say goodby TO each other he SAID
with a short unsteady laugh.
She did not answer him. He did
not invite her TO sit down, nor did II
occur 10 her TO do so The feeling OF
sarocation had become torturine- The
dismal London fog which hung about
the room stung her eyes and throat
and seemed to distort the ponderous
furniture into shapeless and threaten-
ing shadows Even Hurst had chang
ed. He had gone to the mantel SHELF
and, with his lame foot on the lender,
was staring signtlessly in front OF
him. Ii seemed TO Diana that be had
grown bigger, and that there vas
brutal force in The set OF his square
shoulders and In the lines OF his dark
face.
"You start tomorrow" he began alb
rup.ly. without looking at her.
ayes. tomorrow | am travelling with
Mrs. Jameson. who Is reioining her
husband at Calcutta.
'I am glad YOU will not be alone.
You are going into the midst of dan
ger, If Heilig says true There is mis-
chief brewing out there"
She nodded.
81 am rather elad--glad that | snail
be In the midst OF It, | mean The in
activity tires mel feel that | need
danger, even privation. The life OF
woman In London Is like the constant
whirl Of wheel In mid-air-it goes
on but Il brings you nowhere ana
sooner or later the purposeless motion
sends you mad. or turns you into a
chattering fool She clenched her
hands with on involuntary movement
OF impatience. Yes am glad To be
going" she said between her teeth.
He lifted his eyes TO her face.
II can understand that so we'll
wish to God was going into the midst
of fight"
"You, David" She forgot her mo-
rentary fash OF anger In an instinc-
tive alarm. "You have your work and
your fighting here she said with a
forced cheerfulness my uncle told
me that the prime minister. as well as
your own leader, has congratulated
YOU publicly on your maiden speech,
and who knows that II will not be the
reed which will grow to great reform
In our treatment OF our Indian sub
jects."
1T may be the seed" he returned.
but I shall not watch its growth.
why not?"
because In few weeks my career
10 q member OF Parliament will have
come to an end"
David"
He turned little. his back TO the
fre, his elbows supported on the man
tel shelf.
yes, It's been a mere fash in the
nan" he said steadily. IL often re-
mind myself OF bad rocket that sput-
tiers and kicks before II is induced 10
70 of, and then after an Intellectual
exhibition comes down like stick.
There are many OF my kind. III. and
MS no use being bitter about IT,"
How dare you" she broke in with
y neTco kcssuAo' nv" u"'o JV"' ~
v1d?-
The gloomy eyes lit mp win mo
mentary CLEAN OF satirical amuse-
ment.
~Dare, Diana7 Has one not the right
60 say the truth--at least about ones
selfY'
"You have not the right to throw
unjust taunts at yourself or any one"
she retorted quickly. Every taunt Is
samed at somebody's faith"
~who believes In me?" he broke IN.
Il do"
He threw back his head so that his
ayes escaped hers. He had grown
very pale and the knuckles OF HIS
clenched fsts were white as polished
Ivory.
s~Thank you he said But as !
have said--it can't be helped. III; aud
my little outbreak just now was only a
weak spiteful kick at fate. You see,
che doctor was here yesterday. The
| child" he passed HIS hand over the
fhick black hair with movement
that belied the quiet matter-of.fact
voice. There isn't much hope-in-
deed none He never was nt--and
now the climate has broken the little
vitality he had That has 10 be faced.
Then there Is Sarasvati, herself. Doc
cor Meadows warned me that she must
either be taken back 10 her own coun.
try or 20 south England Is killing
her,
Diana's eyes rested blindly on the
book whose leaves she had begun TO
turn over IN an increasing fever OF