The Carlisle independent., 1915-01-14
CHAPTER Xll-Contlnued.

CHAPTER Xll-Contlnued.
 She and Collins went over before breakfast and viewed the scene of chaos left by the night intruder. The burglars endeavor to get away had been much less orderly than his stealthy entrance. Overturned chairs and other evidences of disorder told the story of the struggle he had had with the little defender of the home. Jane wept as her neighbor lifted the body of the little terrier whose warn ing and subsequent courage had. per hape, saved her from greater calam- ity than being robbed Collins carried the dog to far corner of the garden They buried him and heaped mound above the spot, Jane promising herself that he should have more permanent monument to his loyalty in the future.
 After much persuasion and repeated assurances that they would never be left alone again, she prevailed upon her maid of all work to return to the house and she set about putting 1t in order.
 In the evening Bob came His sepa- ration from Jane. though but 8 day, had seemed a week, for 1t was the first time. He took her tn his arms and kissed her fervently. Reynolds love for his wife was, like himself, big and strong. The slight constraint Jane had felt since the advent of Brand and her clandestine meetings with him, had not imparted itself to Bob, for he was ignorant of the cause He was by nature very tender with those he loved. His address to Jane after five years of married life still be- took of the endearing terms of honey moon days. To the ears of aliens this turtle-dove patois often strikes a dis cordant note. Either 1t bespeaks hypocrisy and proyokes a smile from the knowing. or II stamps the speaker as a sentimental idiot. But from Bob tender phrases never had the sound of platitudes. They rang true. They took their strength from him and de- manded like for like
 There are some women upon which such sincere devotion and respect as Reynolds gave his wife seem to pail; but they are not women; they are mere animated sparks, handmaidens in Armament of souls who dance and sparkle for while, but who, lacking dynamic warmth of their own, wither and are effaced by real celestial rays. Jane was not such 8 creature. She was not weary of Bob. In her yearning for what she deemed the better things she was as eager for him to share them as herself She returned her husbands embraces now with as much ardor a they were given.
 Was ] loneeome?" she said in an swer to his question. Well, I guess I was, and more than that. You simply can't leave me that way again, dear est"
 Tt won't happen often," he told her. I've got caught mapping on big lob and l was the only man they could send They asked me the last minute and there was no other way. thought about you every minute, honey. You know I did" he added quickly, flor
 
 twenty miles from your home and I passed through familiar scenes; scenes that we remember well, don't we? How many dear days they brought to mind. ,"
 She patted his cheek and led him over to their corner at the window seat.
 I've got a lot to tell you, sweet heart More than how lonesome was. You missed some excitement last night"
 Then as they sat Turk fashion among the pillows she related her thrilling experience of the night be- fore His brows contracted as he lls- tened. He leaned over once, drawing her to him and kissing her The thought that she had been in actual peril alarmed him acutely. And 1t was not alone the thought of what she had passed through, but the thought that she might be called upon at any time to 90 through 1t again He knew that he was at the beck and call of his company and that while he had not been chosen for such missions before, now that it had used him in such ca pacfty it would do so again. If that were so they would be better off back in New York The stuffy little fiat that had become such an eyesore, such a prison: even that would be better