The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-02-10

way ',n had found it to bc so--wheit
won1ns ro're rang high with emotion
7 ms i;;s .;hould gentle h@r-Or when
hers was low and thr1nning man
shotil s:uidenly dominate.
", vas withal rather an unusual
youn~ man. depending for every move.
hr made upon the mathematics OF
chance. "You may think l nave no
RIGHT. Di; yet have. even If ever so
little"
Not one iotn Donald Snlcad!'
MI. Ianchett-Mr. Hanchett, IT you
please
II wonder under how many names
you have gore in these six years.
| "A good many, Di"
"And how many lies have you told
to other poor Women?"
Count the planets. I have often
marveled over the breeding quality Of
the first lie A stone upon still waters
who knows where the nipples end?
When first we practice to deceive!'
There's a deal OF truth in those old
chaps, the poets. Well, lying came nat
|
triotic odes from fourth readers. was
taught to lie. Lord, but I'm accom-
plished! What are you doing up here
in this God forsaken hole?"
ut is not God orsaken!'-quietly.
perhaps it is my outlook. To me
all places are more or less God for
saken. After all, Di, have some ex-
cuses.''
"Once upon a time you had-not
now.'
"You think, then. that I've had my
chanceY'
II know it, l tried to help you.
There was Il time when l would have
given my hearts blood to help you, but
you lied to me and tricked me-
And now?" He crushed the eager
ness which sprung with the question.
II would not turn my hand to save
you from prison." She uttered the
words without heat.
He knew that she meant it.
"That. us my beloved father would
say, is a haymaker flush on the jaw.
What an old prize fighter he must have
been! Di, in your heart you know you
wouldn't let ME so to prison.
II would. 1T might be the saving of
you.'
Dear little Methcdist-or is it Pres
byterian? Repentance? What a word,
smuggest of the SNUG; rolling eyes,
claspeu hands and lying lips!''
do you never think? DO these
things never return to haunt you--the
broken lives, the knavery, the dishon-
orr
II don't believe in ghosts, Di Be-
sides. it is easy to shoe them away
You are really incapable Of telling
the TRUTH
well, yes-sometimes they come
knocking.
"They follow from room to room;
bolts and oak panels are nothing; but
presently l remember where the whis-
Ky stands on the sideboard, and poof!
they go scrambling out the way they
calne.'
And when the horror of drunken
ness is gomez
"Oh, then it's morning; sunshine and
work to do. l wish | could see your
face" He struck a match.
She did not finch. The flame burn
ed till it nipped his thumb and finger,
then he dropped the writhing stick,
to the ground, where it glowel a mo-
ment and went out. Good nerves, Di.
Not afraid of anything, are you?'
She did not answer.
"Well, there never was any coward
ice Oh your side or mine.'
"Moral?"
"Physical. I have the courage Of my
crimes, you the courage of your viz
tues Chaste Diana!" He laughed.
! "Do you realize that you are one of the
, two living things I love?"
1.-The otheri"
"Irony, eh? Myself, you would sug-
gest? No. Truth is, Di, despise my
5 self as heartily as you do"
T. Quickly he caught her by the Shout
@ ders. What is this man Crawford
J. doing? Is he making love to you?
Answer" He shook her.
: She put her strong fingers under his
and flung him back.
d "Ah! You love him!'
T. Don't touch me again, Donald" she
said quietly.
). ''There's long score against him.
G Well, well. if hurt comes to him. dc
@ not put all the blame ON me. I'm not
G alone. The pater is in Kingston. III
|, he had his way Crawford would go out
,, to sea, drifting. l told him l saw you.
f. Rotten old world! Do you really hate
l. me?' he added.
IS Il hate the life you lead"
" "Never coming back?'
"a "Never!"
@ He swung about abruptly, the shaG
n oWs filed in behind him. and he was
gone,
~ CHAPTER XII.