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ly conscious of anything save an alb
sorbing longing to return to the
arms that had held her.
She sat down fronting him, her
back to the light so that her face
might be in shadow.
Can you forgive me, Kirk? You
know everything now l have kept
nothing back,-nothing; You know
all my degradation, all I have suf-
fered, all my-sin. Can you forgive
everything?
II have already forgiven, DEAR"
He rose and stood before her. He
took both of her hands, now cold as
ice, in his strong ones and held
them close.
1T isn't enough that you forgive,
Kirk. We forgive people who are
nothing to us-really. But you must
forget-and you are man. Can a
man ever forget-certain things?
Can you put what has happened out
Of your mind, as if it never had
been? Can you promise that it never
shall come between us-to make you
rather lose you, kirk her voice
trembled, now, than to lose you in
that way-after."
Dear one, you have asked me if
/ can forget. If 1 can put what you
have told me out of my life. My
IIlS Wei lS-y6S. NSNSI W give IL OLS
thought because l know you, Helen.
[ know you are pure as an an angel
in all that goes to make purity. To
make you forget, to make you happy,
shall be the aim of my life, dear one,
if you come to me-"
Il come-or, Kirk! Don't you
know it would have killed me had ]
lost your love-I love you so dear!
With all my heart and soul, my
mind, everything that is me loves
you"
And everything that is me loves
you. Why did you not have. faith.
dear, and save yourself all this suf-
fering. Your cheeks are thin" He
touched them lovingly with his fin
gers.
at was hard to believe that a man
would forgive. L know that women
forgive everything when they love;
but men"
Why should a woman be more
liberate sinner, the sex wanton, be
he either man or woman, have no
pity. But why should 1 set myself
been unfortunate, perhaps? I be-
lieve, dear, that a man should be
as willing to forgive because he
loves as is a woman when she loves,
Your future belongs to me 1 have
already forgotten your past: With
er we shall defy anything or any
body in the world to SO much as
disturb our happiness"
Did you see Adele?"
Il am glad. Glad you did not
know that the only person in the
world that knew-died last week"
THAT makes no difference, Helen!
You are mine. We love each other
and love is the only thing that
counts between those who have trust
and faith in each other" He took
her once more in his arms. She nes-
tied down in his embrace like a tired
child who is worn out with emotion.
I'll spend the rest of my life try
ing to make you happy, making you
forget everything but just this" she
kissed his lips and that love is the
only thing that counts
The sun went down and dusk crept
upon them while they were still
talking.
Dinner is served"
Before they left the room he bent
his head and their lips met once
more in long kiss of love and trust
and faith. Then hand-in-hand they
followed the waiter to the same lit
tie table at which they had often
sat. And, as they had done before,
went home after the moon had risen
to light their way.
- (The End.) .--.---..