Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-08-29

| 1T you love me there shouldn't be anv,,,..
| that you can't tell me about" "'"s
Dear little goose, there are dozsr. :.
things I wouldn't ever tell you about p.'t "
this secret isn't my own to tell you, VET y y"
Then It must be more to YOU thar ,..,.-
| love for me-" said Molly. ~ 'Vw
"ohY cried Molly, drawing av.v
| him with a stricken look in her eyes "o"
Dearest, there is one thing that A..
| matter more than love. That is to Nav n
matters more than anything personal Nv
personal thing could matter more than low wa
| Of course" "'S
What is this thing that's so valuabls,-
| demanded Molly.
IT'S an idea, Just an idea, that's all.
AN idea?" echoed Molly. ~
Eyes. It may be work, or what nson,.
call honor-and honor leads one intc
| strange places sometimes. But ia i,,., ~
idea-or an ideal, IL you prefer it. soms.
thing In the mind. and everything has to slvs
way to It, Ideas are more important than
anything personal. Molly That's what Won
haven't found out"
Molly sat looking UP at him in sIenc.
This was surely not the Chris she hs6
known. her gay lover Chris, who. had always
laughed and joked with her and seemed Ia
blase and Indifferent to the rest OF tbs
world. He looked very grave almost sterr
and yet something in his eyes told her hs
was being fond Of her exactly the sarns AZ
ever Could he possibly talk like that II he
were German spy, she wondered. He ha6
not been able to bring single proof ~
his innocence, he had not attempted IA
Well. unless he were the most consuinmat.
hypocrite-was he?-after all, he had Ue6
to her about Mrs. Lee all day, but then he
had lied badly, she had known there vas
something behind II. ..t.
Chris took the map gently from her iax
fingers -...
shall we say no more about Il INIT, "a.
morrow. Molly?" he asked. 'Meanwhils n,
take charge Of this. You don't know what
fire you have been playing with, my dearS
All Molly's suspicious came surging bach
at her, but not personal suspicious this Tina
She had actually forgotten the issues be.
tween Mrs. Lee and Brent in the dread Iest
1t were true that Chris was, after ali that
most contemplate of beings-a man Spying
against his own country. She snatched the
map back from him.
Chris, can't let IL go at that; you canx
talk me over. o. don't know what to
think. I'm so miserable. Do tell ma fra
truth and let me help you. II you don't
father"
We'll. what do you mean. what's he
going to do?" tl
80, you know what he is He's goine
straight to the police to have you arrested"
II say" said Brent. thoughtfully, that
unpleasant consequences. indeed. He kept
his hands over hers. which still held the
map, and thought rapidly. To tell Molly
the truth was out of the question. She
was too young. too inexperienced in hiding
her feelings for that to be safe. In fact Il
would be utterly unjusti1able. Better rup-
ture all his personal relationships than run
such risk.
But 1t was not the breaking Of any tie
which was worrying Brent now. 1t was the
fact that because of this bold and unfore.
seen move on the part of the enemy all
his plans might come to nothing, the sub.
marine get away, the house be burned To
take Mr.. Pollock into his confidence was
more impossible than to tell Molly. He
might just as we'll shout his secret from
the housetops. He could hardly help smil.
ing as he imagined how Mr.. Pollock would
think he was behaving as usual to the San.
dersons, while all the time the glare of his
eye, the purple Of his countenance, and hia
surprise. Indignation, and alarm would be
as plain for the s;andersons to read as one
Of their own ciphers.
CONTINUED TOMORROW