The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-02-01

lying wakefully in her bed. while the
clock on the muntcl tolled hour after
hour into the night. Palmer did not
come home ut all. He sent II note from
the Office in the morning:
I hope you are not worried darling.
club last night. and there was nothing to
do but to spend the night there. | would
rouse you. What do you say to the the
ater tonigh, 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, us probably he
always would, she hcSituted to con-
front him with what she knew. She
shlnnk, rs many Il woman has shrunk
before, from confronting him with his
| lie.
But the second time 1t happened she
was reused. 1t was almost Christmas
then and Sidney was well OH the way
T.,
but going slowly up and down the stair
case on KS arm, and sitting with
Harriet and II. at the dinner table.
She was begging to be back on duty
for Christmas, and Il. felt that he
would have to give her up soon.
AT three O'Clock one morning Sidney
reused from Il light sleep to hear Il
rapping on her door.
rs that you. Aunt Harriet?" she
called
It's Christine. May come in?"
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.
Il hoped my clock was wrong" she
said. Il am sorry to waken you, Sid
ncy, but don't know what to do"
"Are you ill?"
mo. Palmer has not come home"
What time Is lt?"
After three o'clock
Sidney had lighted the gns and was
throwing on her dressing gown.
when he went out did he say"
He said nothing. We had been
quarreling. Sidney. l am going home
In the morning"
You don't mean that. do your"
| Don't l look as If I mean 1t? How
much OF this sort of thing is a woman
suppose to endure2"
Perhaps he has been delayed. These
things always seem terrible in th,
middle OF the night, but by morning
Christine whirled on her.
"rhiS isn't the first time. You re
member the letter got on my weddn,
duy?"
Eyes"
Hes gone back to her"
"Christine Oh, I'm sure your
wrong. He's devoted to you. Oh,
don't believe it -
believe 1t or not" said Christin
doggedly. that's exactly what has han
pened. I got something out Of tina
little rat OF Rosenfeld boy, and tn
rest I know because I know Palmer
He's out with her tonight"
The hospital had taught Sidney on
thing: that 1t took many people t,
make world, and that out Of thes,
some were inevitably vicious. But vic,
had remained for her clear abstrac
ton. There were such people, and be
cause one was In the world for servic,
one cared for them. Even the Saviou
had been kind to The woman of th,
streets.
But here abruptly Sidney found tn,
great injustice of the world-that be
cause of this vice the good suffer NOR,
| Iyf
rose in hot rebellion.
ut isn't fair" she cried ut make.
me hate all the men in the world
Palmer cares for you, and yet he car
do thing like this!"
Christine was pacing nervously III
and down the room. Mere companion
ship had soothed her. She was now
ON the surface at least, less excited
than Sidney.
"They are not all like Palmer. thanl
heaven" she said. "There are decent
men. My father Is one, and your X.
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.
Il am sorry to be SO late, Chris" he
said. "The fact Is. am all in. / was
driving the car out Seven Mile run
We blew out tire and the thing
turned over"
Christine noticed that his right arm
was hanging Inert by his side.
CHAPTER xIII.