The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-01-06
Copyright, 1912, by Meredith NichOlsonl

But the new game you can play
better than any Of them. It's the only
way you can find peace"
With a gesture half-bold. halt-fur-
tive, he put out his hand and touched
lightly the glove she had drawn off
and laid on the table.
''You believe in me; you have some
faith left in meg"
Yes"
Her hand touched his; her dark eyes
searched the depths of his soul
sought and found the shadows there
and put them to flight. When she
spoke It was with a tenderness that
was new to oil his experience of life;
he had not known that there could
be balm like this for a bruised and
broken spirit This girl, seeking
nothing for herself. refusing anything
he could offer, had held up a mirror
in which he saw himself Gmned
against dancing. hooking shadows.
Nothing in her arraignment had Civ
en- him a sharper pang than her ref
erence to his loneliness, his failure to
command sympathy and confidence in
his home relationships. No praise
had ever been so sweet to him as
hers; she not only saw his weaknesses
and dealt with them unsparingly, but
she recognized also the strength he
had wasted and the power he had
abused. She saw life IN broad vistas
as he had believed he saw It; he was
not above a stirring of pride that she
appreciated him and appraised his
gifts rightly. He had long played
skilIfully upon credulity and ignor-
ance: he had FILTERED away his life
in contentious with groundlings. It
would be a relief, If It were possible,
10 deal with his peers, the enlightened,
the far-seeing and the fearless who
strove for great ends. So he pom
dered, while outside the sentinel kept
watch like a fate.
Yes" Sylvia was saying slowly.
you can make restitution. But not
to the dead-not TO my mother asleep
over there at Montgomery. oh. not 10
mel What is done is past, and you
cant go back. There's no going back
in this world But you can go on
you can go on and up"
mo! You don't see that: you don't
believe that?'
Yes, 7 believe it. The old life
the life Of mystery and dupGcity is
over; you Will never go back TO the
old way"
THE old way?'' he repeated.
The old unhappy way"
do you think you could ever be
proud Of me?-that you might even
care a little, some day." he asked.
bending over her.
ooh, e It could be So" she whis-
pered brolenly, so low that he bent
closer to hear.
The room was very still Sylvia
rose and began drawing on her glove.
not looking at him. She was afraid
to risk more; there was. indeed moth
ing more to say. II was for MIN TO
make his choice. He was silent so
long that she despaired. Then he
passed his hand across his face like
one reused from sleep.
wait a moment" he said, "and I
will walk home with you"
He went to the door and dispatched
the guard on an errand; then he
seated himself at the table and picked
up a pad Of paper. He was still writ
ing when Harwood entered. Sylvia
and Dan exchanged nod. but no
words passed between them. They
watched the man at the table, as he
wrote with a elaboration that Dan
remembered as characteristic Of MIN.
When he had finished, he copied what
he had written, put the copy in his
breast pocket and buttoned his coat
before glancing at Harwood.
eff I withdraw my name, what viii
happen?" he asked quietly.
Ramsay viii be nominated, sir"
Dan answered
Bassett studied a moment. lingering
the memorandum he had written;
then he looked at Dan quizzlcaliy.