The Press., 1917-02-15

ated. wl1en he heard sharp scream from the front yeranda.
 He dashed downstairs and found Evelyn xsamng, pale and wide eyed. at the ocean.
 Dearest. what is the. matter?" he asked.
 She shuddered and hid her face in her hands.
 .,Oh. Blake, have remembered!'
 "gemembered? That is splendid, dear. Tell me-"
 MY name is Evelyn Ames Mortimer my father is Dr. Ames Mortimer of New York-and, oh, Blake, how can I tell you?' Her slender shoulders shook with sobs.
 '9Tell me- he gently urged.
 II cannot marry yOu," she breathed
 Why not?"
 Il have remembered"-tra
 You have remembered what?' '"That l am already engaged"
 You are engaged? You were en- gagged when you sailed away? And you had forgotten thatY'
 She nodded listlessly.
 '.Then you do not love me-" he said, rising and drawing his hands away from her grasp. ~
 But she chung desperately to him. ...Ah, dol do love you, Blake! That is the misery of it all. look back and think of Frederic Doerr, and wonder how could have dreamed of marrying him
 '.Lrt me think it over, Evelyn" said Blake as he went away. All day while he dictated letters or interviewed GUS 1 toners Evelyn's pale, frightened face came. between. Toward night he sent 1 a telegram to Frederic Doerr's address In New York, and the second day aft erWard he met him at Barnacle station and took him to the cottage.
 Frederic Doerr was tall, thin, dark man with grave eyes and preoccupted manner. He appeared to be extremely nervous when speaking of Evelyn, all I though he talked freely of her father, Dr. Mortimer, who had been saved. 1 He told WOrthing how the MOrtimers had sailed on a private yacht, and in the excitement following a collision, with visions of immediately sinking, Evelyn had been lashed to a raft and cast adrirt.
 The storm tossed yacht had reached a uban port, and Dr. Mortimer, al- though giving his daughter up for lost. l had made every effort to find her. It was strange that the threads of inquiry instituted by the WOrthings and Eve lyns father had never crossed. 1 ''She has told us of her engagement 1 to you," said Blake in his blunt way. "You will want to see her alone, SUD- pose.
 If you please. I think you and Mrs. Worthing had better be present" said Doerr nervously.
 So when Blake told Evelyn that he had brought her fiance to see her and that her father was still living her joy in the latter news was dampened by 1 the approaching interview with The man she had ceased to love.
 q must keep my promise to Fred eric" she assured Mrs. Worthing.- as they descended the stairs. He said once that he did not care to live If l would not marry him"
 Mrs. Worthing smiled wisely, but her arm frightened around the shrinking 1 girls waist as they entered the living l room.
 "Evelyn!'' cried Doerr, starting for ward with outstretched hands. "How | delighted your father will be! wired him at once of your safety"
 He made no attempt to embrace her, and Evelyn was manifestly relieved.
 The Worthings turned to leave, but Frederic Doerr put out a detaintng hand.
 tPlease do not go,' he said, with embarrassment. "There is something must confess, and Evelyn will need her friends around her. am ashamed to say that''-his voice dropped al most to whisper-'I have been faith less to Evelyn Mortimer, one of the sweetest girls God ever created! Be Iieving her to be dead, permitted my self to be attracted by another woman -and, to make a long story short, am married. I am no longer free" ! Frederic Doerr did net expect the deuionStration that followed his news
 Mrs. Worthing clasped her hands ant cried for joy, while Blake opened his 1 arms 10 rc%elNo -HNelEn MOfl1ueE.
 'Why nobody seems to care very much remarked NIT. DOerr with whimsical smile.
 Then Mrs. Worthing took him out side and explained and while they were gone Blake and Evelyn sealed their bctrothal with long kiss.
 You belong to me, sweetheart vvH1isneved Blake '"rhe sea gave VOL Ns me you drifted into my heart"