The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1917-08-03
He didn't c,me no her; just stood

He didn't come TO her; just stood
| there, gripping the corner If her book"
| case and staring at her silhouette,
which was about all he could see of
her against the window. At last he
said, in a strained, dry voice she'd
| hardly have known for his:
IF you know that-if I've let you see
| that-then I've done just about the last
despicable thing there was left for me
to do. I've come down here and
made you feel sorry for me. SO that
with that-divine kindliness of yours,
you're willing to give me-every-
thing
He Strengthened up and came a step
nearer. "WeIl, I won't have it, tell
] YOU I don't know how you guessed.
If I'd dreamed 1 was betraying that to
you Don't l knOw-it's
burnt into me so that I'll never forget
what the memory Of my love must
be to you? The memory of the hide
Gus things it's done to you? And now,
after all that-after you've won your
ffght-alone-and stand where you
stand now-fOr me to come begging!
And take a gift like that! l tell you
it is pity. 1t can't be anything else"
There was another minute of silence,
and then he heard her make little
noise in her throat. q noise that would
have been q sob had there not been
something like laugh in it. The next
moment she said, "Come over here,
Roddy," and as he hesitated, as if he
hadn't understood, she added: 81 want
you to look at me. Over here, where
there's light enough to see me by"
He came. wonderingly, very slowly,
but at last with her outstretched hand
she reached him and drew him around
between her and the window.
Look into my face" she commanded.
Look into my eyes-as far in as you
can. Oh, my dearest" the sob of
pure joy came again-'is it pity that
you see? Don't you understand"
He did understand it with his mind,
but he was a little dazed, like one who
has stood too near where the light
ming struck. The hope he. had kept
buried alive so long-buried alive be-
cause it wouldn't die-could not be
brought out into q binding glory like
this without pain-exquisite, terrify-
ing pain.
The knowledge she had acquired by
her own suffering stood her in good
stead now. She did net mistake, as
the Rose he had married might have
done, the weakness of his response for
coldness-indifferen She led him
over to her one big chair and made
him sit down in it, settled herself
upon the arm of it, and contented
herself with one of his hands. Pres
emily he took one of hers, bent his
face down over it, and brushed the
back of it with his lips.
The timidity of that caress, with all
it revealed to her, was too much for
her. She swallowed one sob, and an
other, but the next one got away from
her and she broke out in passionate fit
of weeping. That reused him from his
daze a little, and he pulled her down
in his arms-held her tight-comfort-
ed her. When she got herself in hand
again, she got up, went away to wash
her face, and, coming back in the room
again, lighted reading lamp and
drew down the blinds.
"Rose," he said presently, "what are
we going to do?'
"Shall we make 1t q real honeymoon,
Roddy-make it as complete as we
can? Forget everything and let all
the world be :"
He supplied the word for her, "Rose-
color?"
She accepted it with a little laugh
."for a while?"
That's what I was fumbling for"
he said, "but I can't think very
straight tonight. I've got it now,
though. That cottage we had-before
the twins were born-down on the
Cape. There won't be a soul there
this time of year. We'd have the
world to ourselves"
"Yes," she said, "for a little while,
we'd want it like that. But after
while-after a day or two, could we
have the babies? Could the nurse
bring them on to me and then go
straight back, so that l could have
them, and you, all together?"
He said, "You darling!" But he
couldn't manage more than that.
At the entrance and just out of
range of the elevator man, he kissed
her good night"
But will you telephone to me as
soon as you wake up in the morning, so
that I'll know it's true?"
She nodded. Then her eyes went
wide and she clung to him. "Is it
true, Roddy? Is it possible for thing