Tombstone epitaph. (Tombstone, Ariz.) 1887-current, 1917-10-28
cCopy rish, isia The Boob.- Nsrr.u Company,
CHAPTER xiv-centinued.

You won't even give me the poor
satisfaction of knowing what you're
doing" he said
I'D love TO-" she said. ''to be able TO
write to you. hear from you every day.
But l don't believe you want TO know.
l think IL would be too hard for you
Because you'd have to promise not TO
try to get me back-not TO come and
rescue me IL got into trouble and
things went badly and / didn't know
where to turn. Could you promise
that. RoddyI"
He gave a groan and buried his face
in his hands. Then:
"No." he said furiously. "Of course
I couldn't. See you suffering and
stand by with my hands in my pockets
and watch" He sprang up and seized
her by the arms in grip that actually
left bruises. and fairly shook her in the
agony Of his entreaty. Tell me it's a
nightmare, Rose" he said. Tell me it
isn't true. Wake me up out of it"
But under the indomitable resolution
of her blue eyes he turned away. This
was the last appeal Of that sort that
he made
"l'll promise" she said presently. ITO
be scnSihlc-not to take any risks |
don't have to take. I'll regard my life,
and my health and all. as something
I'm keeping in trust for you. I'll take
plenty of warm. sensible clothes when
j go; lots OF shoes and stockings
things ike that; and. If you'll let me-
I'll borrow a hundred dollars TO start
myself off with. 1t isn't a tragedy.
Roddy-not that part OF II. You
wouldn't be afraid for anyone else as
big and strong and healthy as l."
Gradually. out Of a weller OF scenes
like that, the thing got itself recog-
nizcd as something that was TO happen.
But the parting came at last in little
different way FROM any they had fore
Seen
Rodney came home from his Office
early one afternoon, with a telegram
that summoned him TO New York TO a
conference Of counsel in big public
utility case he had been working on
for months. He must leave. If he were
going at all. at five O'Clock. He ran
sacked the house. vainly at first, for
Rose. and found her at last ia the
trunk room-dusty, disheveled, sobbin-
quietly over something she Rugged in
her arms. Dut she dried her eyes and
came over to him and asked him what
II was that had brought him home so
early.
He showed her the telegram. It'll
have to leave in an hour" he said.
IF I'm to go"
She paled at that. and sat down
rather giddily on the trunk. You
must GO" she said, 'of course. And
Eoddy. l guess tbat'll be the easiest
way. I'll get my telegram tonight
pretend TO get it-from Portia. And
you can give NE the hundred dollars.
and then, when you come back, I'll be
gone"
The thing she had been holding in
her hands slipped TO the floor. lie
stopped and picked it up-stared at 1t
with sort OF half-wak ened recoGni-
ton.
Il f-found IT," she explained, "among
some old things Portia sent over when
she mored. Do you know what it is?
It's one Of the notebooks that got wet
that first night when we We're put of
the street car. And-Roddy, look,'
She opened It to an almost blank
page, and with weak little laugh
pointed 10 the thing that was written
there: March Is, 1927
your birthday, you see. and the day
me met each other"
And then. down below. the only note
SHE had made during the whole of that
lecture, he read: Never marry q man
with a passion for principles"
That's the trouble with us, you see,"
she said. III you were just an ordi-
nary man without any big passions or
anything, it wouldn't matter much IL
your life got spoiled. But with us,
you see. we've got to try for the big
gest thing there is oh, Roddy. Eoddy
darling, Hold me tight for just a
minute. and then I'll come and help
you pack"
CHAPTER XIV.