Evening star., 1915-02-21

and write to no one. Almost, she thought,
it was a relief to him to have her GO. She was
willing to let him think that their struggle
was making her i'll, if that would melt him.
AT the end of that time she returned
home, tired and pale, but with
strength in her eyes that had not been there
before. She arrived at dusk, and was told
that her father was in his smoking room.
Without removing her hat, she went to him
at once.
Father" she said, a have come back to
tell you that l am too much like you to
yield to you!"
He kissed her, and looked at her inquir-
ingy: sy ar
weather and your hard work have been too
much for you"
at is nothing" he replied. "And your
health?'
Il have not been to the sanatorium at
all. l dismissed my maid at the station, and
sent the sanatorium people my check. |
looked for work. Just through sheer luck,
nothing else, | found position to teach
French and manners to the children of some
rich, unsophisticated people who have just
come to New York. For over two weeks |
have been earning my own living, eating
meals that the servants brought to me half
I'm not one of themselves, and yet not a
person in authority. have had no COM
panionship outside of the children's. hate
teaching; but l don't hate it so much as life
without Baldwin Crane. | am your daugh-
ter. AS you made your way nightly, so
can make my way pettily. When l tell him
that | have learned how to be poor, he'll
know | am in earnest"
There was look of admiration on Rollins
pale, attentive face.
You'll believe that my love is real now,
won't you, Father?" she went on "I'm not
delicate as poor. mother was. l can stand
up against poverty because your money and
care have given me splendid health. But
it's no good to me without love-"
do you believe" Rolin said slowly, "that
if you were poor, Crane would marry you?"
Il know he would. But he's got to marry
me now, in any case. I've earned the right
to be trusted by him and by you
ROLIN gave long sigh "If 1 were relig-
ious man, he said, "1 should think that
God had marked out my way for me clearly
You remember it has been said that have
no ideal beyond wealth? You know that
have wanted to give you all the power and
glory of the world? But lately another ideal
has grown strong in me,-and have been
crushing it down for years,-a love for the |
land where your mother and l were born,
and where l lived till l was lad well
grown"
Belgium" Adela cried. aBut you speak
of it so rarely, Father"
"To you, yes; but to your mother before
l sleep, always. When we took the only va
cation we could ever afford when you were
baby, and after she had her sentence of
death, it was to Brussels we went She and
| always called it home"
Adela waited, moved, she knew not
why,-puzzled.
Il didn't know how cared for my country
till this brutal war came, Rolin said. Ever
since it happened have been sending more
money and yet more But it is not enough.
"You mean, cried Adela, "that you would
give all you have-want to give all you have, |
to Belgium"
mot quite that, perhaps" he hesitated;
"but l have thought that if had not you
to consider
Adela interrupted him, her face glorified. |
Give it, Father!' she cried "Let me bring
Baldwin here to you, and tell him what you
intend. Then you will see that we are both in |
earnest. You will see that he and love each |
other as you and Mother did Only let me
bring him here and let him prove himself! |
1t is miracle to save US all! Keep enough |