The Pulaskian., 1917-06-22

lying wakefully in her bed, while the clock on the mantel tolled hour after hour into the night. Palmer did not come home at all. He sent a note from the office in the morning:
 hope you are not worried, darling. The car broke down near the Country club last night, and there was nothing to have sent you word, but did not want to rouse you. What do you say to the the ater tonight and supper afterward?
 Christine was learning. She tele- phoned the Country club that morning, and found that Palmer had not been there. But, although she knew now that he was deceiving her, as he al- ways had deceived her, as probably he always would, she hesitated to con front him with what she knew. She shrank, as many a woman has shrunk before, from confronting him with his lie.
 But the second time it happened she was reused. It was almost Christmas then, and Sidney was we'll on the way to recovery, thinner and very white, but going slowly up and down the stair case on Ks arm, and sitting with Harriet and K. at the dinner table. She was begging to be back on duty for Christmas, and K. felt that he would have to give her up soon. At three o'clock one morning Sidney reused from light sleep to hear a rapping on her door.
 "Is that you. Aunt Harriet?' she called.
 Its Christine. May come i'm" Sidney unlocked her door. Christine slipped into the room. She carried a candle, and before she spoke she looked at Sidney's watch on the bedside table. q hoped my clock was wrong," she said. q am sorry to waken you, Sid ney, but don't know what to do.''
 Are you ill?"
 'No. Palmer has not come home" What time Is it?" 1 rAfter three o'clock" Sidney had lighted the gas and was throwing on her dressing gown.
 'When he went out did he say"
 ''He said nothing. We had been Quarreling. Sidney, am going home in the morning"
 "You don't mean that, do you?"
 Don't look as If I mean 1t? How much of this sort of thing is woman suppose to endure?' 
 Perhaps he has been delayed. These | things always seem terrible in the middle of the night, but by morning" | Christine whirled on her.
 ''This isn't the first time. You re- member the letter got on my wedding day?"
 "Yes."
 He's gone back to her." Christine! Oh, I'm sure you're wrong He's devoted to you. Oh, I don't believe it" Relieve it or not" said Christine doggedly, that's exactly what has hap pened. got something out of that little rat of a Rosenfeld boy, and the rest know because I know Palmer. He's out with her tonight"
 The hospital had taught Sidney one thing: that it took many people to make world, and that out of these some were inevitably vicious. But vice had remained for her clear abstrac- ton. There were such people, and be- cause one was in the world for service one cared for them. Even the Saviour had been kind to the woman of the streets.
 But here abruptly Sidney found the great injustice of the world-that be- cause of this vice the good suffer more than the wicked. Her young spirit rose in hot rebellion.
 'It isn't fair !" she cried. Tt makes me hate all the men in the world. Palmer cares for you. and yet he can do thing like thisl" Christine was pacing nervously up and down the room. Mere companion ship had soothed her. She was now on tine surface at least, less excited than Sidney.
 ''They are not all like Palmer, thank heaven" she said. There are decent men. My father Is one, and your K here in the house. Is another" At four o'clock in the morning Palmer Howe came home. Christine met him in the lower hall. He was rather pale, but entirely sober. She confronted him in her straight white gown and waited for him to speak.
 q am sorry to be so late, Chris" he said. "The fact is, am all in. was driving the car out Seven Nile run. We blew out tire and the thing turned over."
 Christine noticed that his right arm was hanging inert by his side.