The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1917-01-10
CHAPTER XVI.-Continued

When l feel able, will come down
TO you"
AS you will" he assented, unspeak-
ably relieved; and returned to the
kitchen
Sunset interrupted his thoughts
sunset and his wife. Sounds of
someone moving quietly round the
kitchen, a soft clash Of dishes, the
rafting Of the CRATE, drew him back
20 the door.
She showed him face Of calm re
straint and implacable resolve.
"Hugh"-her voice had found a new,
sweet level of gentleness and strength
= just wanted to tell you how sorry
j am. I've let you go without your
lunch"
We'll" he admitted with a short
laugh, I'm furnished :"
She paused regarding him with her
whimsical, indulgent smile. "You
strange creaturei" she said softly.
Are you angry with me-impatient-
for this too facile descent from herOics
TO the commonplace? Re patient with
me, dear"
But, alarmed by his expression, her
words stumbled and ran out. She
stepped back a pace, a little flushed
and tremulous.
Hugh No, Hugh, no"
Don't be afraid of me-" he said,
turning away. Il don't mean to bother.
Only-at tines"
II know, dear; but it must not be-"
Shall you make fire again to-
night?" she asked, when they had con-
cluded the meal.
In three places" he said. Wen
not stay another day for want of let
ting people know we're here. I'll go
now. When you are ready-|
Il shan't be long" she said.
When it was quite dark, Whitaker
brought lantern 10 the door and
called her, and they went forth to-
gether.
AS he had promised, he had built
up three towering pyres, widely apart.
When all three were In full roaring
flame, their illumination was hot and
glowing over all the upland. 1t
seemed impossible that the world
should not now become cOgniZant of
their distress.
At some distance to the north of
the greatest fire-that nearest the
farm-house-they sat as on the previ-
Gus night, looking out over the black
and unrespOnSive waters, cOmmuning
together in undertones.
In h0f 1f
one another; much that had seemed
strange and questionable assumed, in
the understanding OF each, the COM
pletion of the normal and right. Whit
aker spoke at length and in much de-
tail of his Willful Missing years with
out seeking to excuse the wrong-mind-
ed reasoning which had won him his
own consent to live under the mask
of death. He told of the motives that
had prompted his return, of all that
had happened since in which she had
had no part-with Il single reserva-
ton. One thing he kept back; the
time for that was not yet.
A listener in his turn, he heard the
history of the little girl of the Com
l
against the hardness of life in what
at first seemed utterly futile endeavor
70 live by her own efforts, asking
nothing more of the man who had
given her his name.
He learned of the coming of Max,
his interest in her, the interchangeable
pains he had expended coaching her
20 bring out the latent ability his own
genius OWNED of the initial perform
ance of Joan Thursday" before a
meager and Indifferent audience, her
instant triumph and subsequent con-
quest of the country in half dozen
widely dissimilar roles; finally of her
decision TO leave the stage when she
married, for reasons comprehensive,
demanding neither exposition nor de-
fence.
1T doesn't matter any longer" she
commented, concluding: II loved and
] hated it. 1t was deadly and it was
glorious. But it no longer matters.
1t is finished; Sara Law Is no more"
You mean never TO go back to the
stage?'
never.
And yet" he unused craftily.
''Never" She fell blindly into his
trap. II promised myself long ago
that il ever / became wife"
But you are no wife," he countered.
Dear, you are cruel TO mel"
Il think it's you who would be
cruel to yourself, dear heart"
Il think" she announced, wed bet
ter go in
She rose without assistance, moved
away toward the house. paused and
returned.
Hugh" she said gently, with a
quaver in her voice that wounded his
conceit in himself; for he was sure
1t spelled laughter at his expense and
Hugh. you big sulky
boyl get up this instant and come
back TO the house with me. You know
I'm timid. Aren't you ashamed of
yourself?"
Il suppose so,' he grumbled. rising.
II presume it's childish TO want the
moon-and sulk when you find Won
can't have it."
''Or q starr"
He made no reply; but his very
silence was eloquent. They entered
the kitchen.
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