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nYTS nothing TO do with nerves."
i said Jarroman. Cant you under
s..nd vet, Theed3 Fortwenty years I've
Asd that mans face before me day and
,isht, Waking and sleeping, have
thousht Of nothing else. Three times
tAres times only, Theed-during that
osriod, have I let my emotions STAN
psds me. Three times, during an i'm.
.prisoumept I could have broken at the
price Of letting my enemy slip beyond
m, power. my hatred got the better Of
ms and I tried to escape from prison.
Altar each Of these attempts had soil.
tary confinement and extra hardship.
His face came before me then and gave
"A strength. The vision Of him, the
promise Of ultimate revenge, came daily
. with me to the stone quarries."
His voice rose to what was almost
q chant Of triumph.
'"There was one brute Of warden
who used to try to make me lose my
temper and commit a breach Of dis.
eipline. John Camden gave me strength
b control myself. and the warden never
hmply passed me by. I was insensitive
John Camden. That dominated my mind,
my Imagination, my body even. That
ssve me life. And you tell me he Is dead.
Strange that never conceived such a
possibility thought that the fates
would preserve him for me. Well'-he
shrugged his shoulders-'it matters lit
tie. I have already taken up much Of
your time. It was foolish Of me- he
added half to himself, mot to remem.
b@."
The words had but one meaning for
Theed, and that meaning thrilled him
With genuine horror.
my friend, I cannot let you 20 I'M
u you have satisfied me on one point.
You reminded yourself that Camden had
Z daughter. She was child of the
pened; she is a. innocent as your child
Of any injury to yourself"
II KNOW said Jarroman. And It
was as If he bad added: 1T will make
no difference"
Theed, who would have shrunk but
little from some understandable object,
felt, If for the first time in his life, q
genuine moral Indignation.
"Surely, Jarroman, even your suffer-
ings cannot have debased you to the
point that you would strike an innocent
woman for her fathers sin. It IL un.
thinkable. man. 1t goes beyond all vii
lainy or crookedness."
II know it. 1t is her tragedy that her
father Is dead-and mine. For now my
soul will have the stain Of cruelty and
Injustice"
"ln that case-why--'
II have told you that for twenty
years have been sustained. dominated
driven by-something stronger than
myself" answered Jarroman. "Some-
thing stronger than myself" he re-
peated.
"Well7"
II meant it," said Jarroman, and
strobe from the solicitors Office.
Stunack Avows His Love
Late afternoon! In a room in a
wing of Gloucester house, one of the
etateliest of the many fine houses that
face Regents Park, Nadia Quest was
typewriting with speed and diligence
that had made her an expert at her
work.
|, The room had been converted into
IN Office by Lord Gloucester in order
that his son. the Hon. Wnfred Stra-
mack, who was standing as parliamen.
nry candidate for an adjacent borough,
might conveniently deal with the cleri.
cal duties that overAowed from his
committee room. 1t seemed sometimes
to Nadia that the overflow would stand
greater chance of diminishing il the
committee room were to see a little
more Of the Hon. Wilfred and she her
sSH q little less.
Tho girls slender white fingers flew
SyE the machine, They were not a
Qplst's fingers in the least, and yet ever
slnes Nadia had earned her own living
shs had typed for many hours a day.
Hhs would 20 on tipping for years vet,
she supposed; at least 1t was better
PAID than housework. But one day she
would be old.
Her mouth drooped at the idea and
her deep eyes clouded. Her hands
slipped from the keys and locked them
sslves on her lap. She looked suddenly
Mstful and fragile and exquisitely ap-
:, Her mind few back to life with Aunt
Hannah Quest. Oh, how dull it had
eeen! Her earliest memories were Of
Aunt Hannah's dim old drawing room
tAat was so wearsome to dust. She
nad grown up at the beck and call Of
mat stern. white haired old lady who
iather Nadia had never known.
Aunt Hannah was fathers eldest sis
!er. Nadia had gathered, and at father S
aeath--but one never spoke of father
n that quiet house. Nor of mother
nor OF anything save busting and duty.
sometimes Nadia had thought thnt
Vuest was not Aunt Hannah's real
name, nor hers. But Mr.. Theed, the
nWyer who came to see them OCCASION
Ivy, would give her nothing to go upon.
smooth. unctuous man. Nadia had
always disiked him.
She scolded herself for her dislike.
AZ Aunt Hannah's death he had had
n.s % taught typewriting and found her
thA. MhUrA. Indirectly, it was owing to him
taat she was here now in this bcauti-
", stately old room.
Madia rose and moved toward the
tsUrlng or walking with their dogs !;
!ortlnate, wealthy people who need not
work for bread and butter. Women
"a gossamer frocks, perfectly groomed,
SiSaanaatIlously idle. Women who, no
Sytot, W;tt ,,,,ld would laugh and chat lightly
WIN Wilfred Stranack, his equals in
world where typists could not pene-