The Mena weekly star., 1916-06-29
You must miss him very much.

to have to get on without people we have suffered for. You. for instance. I'm sure sometimes you feel sad-a little homesick-"
 often" Sylvia looked up eagerly.
 We are alike. rather. We under stand each other" Mrs. Farquhsr was silent a moment. considering the white faced woman opposite her with bright, affectionate eyes And so you are sometimes lonely? If 1t were not for Captain Arnaud I should pity you, Syl- via"
 ''Yes, of course. if it were not for Desire" She stopped as though seeking for words. and slowly, beneath the persistent gaze of the blue eyes, the last trace of color died from her cheeks. The hand that passed Mrs. Farquhar's cup across the table shook. ''I am sorry-but the life out here makes one so nervy and jerky."
 "Yes. can imagine that" Mrs. Far quhar agreed seriously T had hoped to find Captain Arnaud here. I was so charmed with him, you know. and wished Richard and he had been more friendly. Poor Richardw Sylvia's hand frightened on the carved arm of her chair. She made movement as though on the edge of an impulsive speech, then drew back, white Tipped and silent. Mrs Farquhar bent for ward and patted her on the knee "I didn't mean to burt you. I know how delicate and sensitive you are, child But you must never worry about Rich ard He writes me such wonderful letters, and in each one of them he talks about you. how good you are, how much nobler and better you are than other women. Really--it is quite touching" She stopped short. Syl- via Arnaud had risen to her feet. She stood prfectly upright for a moment staring iD front of her with blank eyes and then suddenly she lifted her hands to her head
 Its the heat-the awful sun shine"
 She collapsed. senseless. at Mrs. Far quhar's feet
 Mrs. Farquhar got up She looked down at the motionless figure but did not touch it. She rang the little ori- ental bell lying in the midst of the English silver.
 Your mistress has tainted" she said coolly to the panic-stricken serv- ant who answered the summons. T think little sal volatile is all that is needed. I leave her, I am sure, in good hands," She smiled graciously and went out into the sunny court yard Gabrielle Smith. who stood by the fountain, trimming the luxuriant ferns, turned as she heard the light quick tap of Mrs. Farquhar's French heels Mrs. Farquhar held out her hand.
 q have to thank you for your let ter" she said
 "There isn't any need for thanks. I hesitated for twenty-four awful hours But felt had to do something. Once had seen your name and address on that envelope I dared not keep si- lence."
 T shall never be able to repay my debt. I hurried here as fast as ex- press trains and wretched French packet boats could carry me. want ed to reach Sidi<bel-Abbes before you left. You have given up your situa- tionT'
 "Yes.r
 will you come to mel"
 Gabrielle Smith did not answer for a moment. Her eyes rested steadfast- ly, significantly. on the faded, pow dered face.
 ''I think-better not. Mrs. Farquhar. You know nothing about me-not even whether I am respectable"
 You are the woman who has given me the hope that I may see my son again before I die That is all I care about! I am an old woman, Miss Smith. and what lies before me is al most beyond my powers. need you my son needs you. Win you think of that?v
 Yes" Gabrielle answered simply.
 "Then I rely upon you. Here is my card. Come to see me as soon as you can. We must act at once. VIII you accompany me to my carriage?"
 As Gabrielle helped her silently into the waiting victoria Mrs. Farquhar turned for moment to. glance behind her. Her face. which had suddenly grown old and lined with grief, lit up with flash of malicious enjoyment.
 When we women go to the devil we go all the way" she said. eve outdo Lucifer himself--we make hell comparatively respectable abode. And men can't pay us out--can't get at us. Only our own sex know how to do that. I know how to do it. I have actually made Sylvia Arnaud faint She sank back among the cushions with sigh of relief. And that will be my consolation on my deathbed." she finished. almost cheer fully
 (Continued Next Week.
 ----O-----
 WHY WOMEN SUFFER.