Williams news., 1916-05-18

you come into my life to make bitter ness become despair? The blackest kind of despair Elsa Chetwood, Elsa! We'll, the consul is right. I am a strong man. I can go out of your life, at least physically. I can say that I love you, and I can add to that good-by!"
 He wheeled abruptly and went quickly down the gallery, bareheaded, without any destination in his mind, with only one thought, to leave her before he lost the last shreds of his self-control.
 It was then that Elsa knew her heart. She had spoken truly. She was a pagan-for had he turned and held out his, hands, she would have gone to him, gone with him, anywhere in the world, lawfully or unlawfully.
 Elsa sang. When Martha came to help her dress for dinner she still sang. It was wordless song, a mel ody that every human heart contains and which finds expression but once Elsa loved.
 Doubt, that arch-enemy of love and
 
 dark pinions and flown away into yes terdays. She felt the zest and exhila- ration of a bird just given it's free dom. Once she slipped from Martha's cunning hands and ran out upon the gallery.
 Elsa, your waiSt!"
 Elsa laughed and held out her bare arms to the faded sky where, but a little while since, the sun had burned a pathway down the world. All in an hour, one small trif1ing space of time, this wonderful, magical thing had happened. He loved her. There had been hunger for her in his voice, in his blue eyes. Presently she was go- ing to make him feel very sorry that he had not taken her in his arms, then and there.
 Elsa, what in mercy's name pos sesses your"
 q am mad, Martha, mad as a March hare, whatever that isl" She loved
 People will think so, if they hap pen to come along and see that waist Please come instantly and let me fin ish hooking it. You act like you did when you were ten. You never would stand still.'
 "Yes, and I remember how you used to yank my pigtails. I haven't really forgiven you yet"
 'I believe it's going home that's the matter with you. Well, for one shall be glad to leave this horrid country. Chinamen everywhere, in your room, at your table, under your feet. And in the streets, Chinamen and Malays and Hindus, and I don't know what other outlandish races and tribes. Why. what's all this? cried Martha, bend ing to the floor.
 Elsa ran back to the room. She gave a little gasp when she saw what it was that Martha was holding out for her inspection. It was Warning tons letter of credit She had totally forgotten it's existence. Martha could not help seeing it. Elsa explained frankly what it was and how it had come into her possession Martha was mortified.
 Elsa, they might have entered your room; and your jewels lying about everywhere! How could you be so careless?"
 "But they didn't. I'll return this to Mr. Warrington in the morning; per haps tonight, if I see him at dinner"
 "He was in the next room, and we never knew it!" The final hook snapped in place. Well, Wednesday our boat leaves;" as if this put a period to all further discussion anent Mr Parrot & Go. Nothing very seri- ous could happen between that time and now.
 "Wednesday night" Elsa began to sing again, but not so joyous1y. The petty things of everyday life were lifting their heads once more, and of necessity she must recognize them.
 She sat at the consul generals table, informally. There was gay incense quential chatter, an exchange of rec ollectlons and comparisons of cities and countries they had visited at sep arate times; but neither she nor he mentioned the chief subject of their thoughts. She refrained because of a strange yet natural shyness of a woman who has found herself: and he, because from his angle of vision It was best that Warrington should pass out of her life as suddenly and as he had entered it. Had he spoken frankly he would have saved Elsa many a bitter heartache, many weary day
 Warrington was absent, and so were his enemies. If there was any truth in re1ncarnation Elsa was confident that in the splendid days of Rome she had beaten her pink palms in ap- plause of the gladiators. Pagan; she was all of that; for she knew that she could have looked upon Mallow's face with more than. ordinary interest Nevermore would her cheeks burn at he recollection of the mans look
 In her room, later, she wrote two etterS. The one to Arthur covered