The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-12-16
and laugh in his face. Are you glad

ano thu8u An hio AsSos AAV yOu GihN
or sorry7"
His answer was the answer of the
man who was, for the time being, nei-
Their the mOralist nor the criminal
With a swift outreaching he drew her
to him, crushed her in his arms, COW
cred her face with kisses.
II am glad-glad that am your
lover" he whispered, passionateiy
God. girl! but you are a woman to die
for! No, not yet"-when she would
have slipped out of his arms-believe,
me. Margery; there has never been
anyone else-not for moment. But
thought it was Raymer, and for your
sake and his | could have stepped
aside. That is the one decent thing
have done in all this devilish bust
ness. Are you listening"
She had stopped struggling, and was
hiding her face on his shoulder. He
felt her quick little nod and went on.
'Since you know the one decent
thing, you must know all the horrible
things, too. A dozen times have been
murderer in heart"
She looked up quickly.
mo, boy. I'll never believe that
neveri"
wait" he said. at was there this
evening-just little while ago. Miss
Farnham and Galbraith were not the
only ones had to fear; there was an
other; the teller who got here from
New Orleans on the seven-forty-ive
train. You didn't know about him. did
you? He came, and an old newspaper
| friend of mine was with him. ]
stumbled upon them on the sidewalk
in front of the Winnebago house; and
Broffin was there, too. We were intro
duced, the teller and l. and Broffin was
so sure he had me that he got his
handouts out and was opening them. "
Nargery shuddered and hid her face
again. And IL didn't know!" she
gasped.
Luck was with me again." he con-
tinued. johnson didn't remember
me; refused to do so even when
Broffin stopped him and tried to tell
him who | was. l had a pistol in
my pocket, and it was aimed at Broftin.
II he had made a move to take me,
should certainly have killed him"
She sat up suddenly.
Give me that pistol, Kenneth-gtve
it to me nowl"
81 can't" he confessed, shamefaced-
ly. when 1t was all over, l smashed
the pistol with stone and threw II
away"
She drew long breath. "Is that
all?" she asked.
"All but one thing; the worst OF
them all that day in the bank
| vault"
The daughter Of men buried her face
on his shoulder again at that. "Don't!'
she begged. "You couldn't help It
boy; | made you do it-meaning to
There! and l said that wild horses
should never 6rag 1t out of mel"
Again he said, Wait" and covered
The shining head on his shoulder with
A caressing hand. ut wasn't love
then, little girl; that's what 1t breaks
my heart to tell you-it was just mad
| ness. Anu IL WdSh NlSohB yOO w
got to know that, too"
She nodded her head violently. {"
know" she murmured; Il knew II a
the time, and that was what made
me cry. But now it's-it's different
isn't it, boy? now you-are-"
"You have heard 1t all, Margery
You know what | thought / was, ant
what | have turned out to be. In
afraid am just a common crook, ate
all; there doesn't seem to be stand
ing room anywhere else for me. Blu
every living fiber Of me, the good ant
the bad, loves you-loves you'll"
What do / care for anything else?
she flashed back you are you. Ken
meth, dear; that is all know, and al
I care for. If you had stolen all thu
money in the world, and had killed {
dozen men to make your getaway, 1
would be just the same. Only"
"Only what?" he demanded jealousy
1T would be just the same to me
but-but. Oh, boy, dear!
will never, never be the same to you!
Il don't understand" he STAN
mered.
Some day you will. You call your
self a crook-man, man! there ism
a crooked drop of blood in you! Don
know? You persuaded yourself tina
you had right to take this money
perhaps you did have; / don't sa
you didn't. When l see anything
want, reach out and take it, if can
and guess most people would. If the
dared. But you are different; you ar
good. Some day all these dseadfu
things that have come tagging alon
after the fact will rise up and gnas
their teeth at you and tell you that
was a sin, a crime And then-of
boy. dear! then l shall lose you'll"
Very gently he took her in his arm
r again: and for time all things ser
sible and tangible, the deserted drive
way, and the FLASHING of the littl
, waves on the sands, the staring moor
) light and the stenciled shadows OF tn
> oaks. we're forgotten in the great sou
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