The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-08-05
MARGuERlTE CLARK ,Gluazzzol2lza1l;G(N 2z GNalz1es

admission At least she owed Norwood the truth She would not mislead him by a false hope.
 A moments silence, then with charac teristic unselfishness, he dismissed every thought except for her. She must let him take her back to town-it was not safe for her to spend the night there.
 Margaret unnerved and shaken, gladly acquiesced. It was good to be looked after-to be taken care of, even though she knew 1t could be only for a little while.
 It was after midnight when Kennedy entered his library and poured out a stiff drink of Scotch. The strain of that evening had told on his nerves. He had spoken to over 10000 people.
 It had been the biggest open air meet ing of the campaign. But he had not spoken well-he had disappointed the au- dience. His thoughts had been of Mar garet-and now he was wretchedly con- scious of his failure.
 He was pouring out another drink when Mary entered, a negligee over her night gown.
 I'm so anxious to hear about the meet ing.' Then noticing his flushed face, "Oh, dear, wouldn't drink any more-not to- night"
 Why not?" curtly.
 sfYou've been drinking so much lately it isn't good for you'
 "I'm the best judge of that" he drained the glass. Then as he stood glaring gloomily out the black window, Mary, with swift inn pulse, quietly took the decanter and car red it upstairs. In her room, she glanced anxiousy about for some place to hide it. At the sound of Kennedy's step on the stairs hastily she thrust it in a deep drawer T -1- ha 1ya hn tered.
 "Give me that decanter, Mary an- grily. I'm not child!' "Oh, dear, you don't want any more | tonight. You're not yourself-you haven t been for days" ! With an ugly laugh he wrenched the l key from her. As he opened the drawer, with sharp exclamation, he snatched | out letter i Before she realized what it was he was reading it. 1 Mrs. Kennedy: l "I am going away, not because of your threat, but because I realize any pub l feat MT. Kennedy's election I love him too deeply to stand in the way of his 1 success. MARGARET WARNER" 1 ''So you drove her away?" he moved 1 towards her with clenched hands. Tt was your damnable interference"
 l)Ol |, IlOTdCc. DOii say any tiAii5 J Ce may regret"
 After this there's nothing I could say
 to you that I'd regret I shall find Miss Warner, bring her back-and force yor to apologize!"
 Horace, you can't mean that! Yor don't know what you're saying" I T mean just that! You've humiliated her-Ill humiliate you"
 And if refuse toto apologize?" hel Hips were gray white.
 You'll not refuse-not if you wish tc live here"
 For a long time Mary stood where ht
 had left her. her gaze fixed unseeingly
 or the closed door.
 Then turning to her still open desk sh'
 took out sheet of note paper Forcint
 her hand to steadiness, she wrote with
 out faltering: ) You have humiliated me enough. , have now no choice but to leave you
 Should you ever put this other woman } out of your life. you may write me car of general delivery Until then shal . not return MARY" (To Be Continued) ,l Copyright, 1917. by Mabel Herbert Urner , Since the European war began one
 third of the Armenian race has beel | massacred or died from starvation am
 one-half of those remaining are home ei less. and dying in exile.