The Washington times., 1925-04-11
BY Elenore MeheriTl.
The Biggest and Best Story OF
Her Career.

Her Career.
MORA felt as though white
IN fire. dashed up from the
ground, enveloping her. her
heart leaped wildly. Then 1t turn
ed sick and cold. She went over
to her chair and took up her DOOR,
He said, irritably: Are you
going to stay up all night. Nora
Lee3s
she answered in voice that
seemed to come pulsing family and
strange across the threshold OF
deaths: at may"
As soon as he was gone from
the room, she stood up. her hands
stiffened against the chair. She
would walk into him and say with
erfngly: $50 You and Harrison
went out together at $50. did
you? Well Dane Herrick, 1t will
be a sorry day when you can lie
to me and get away with it. I
saw you. / know who you were
with! You're welcome to her-to
: anyone--but don't try to keep me
as welli You can't do it,
A boiling seethed in her veins.
The holiness Of her blood made her
faint. She went over to the win
dow and looked into the dusky,
enshadowed garden. The .thunfp-
ing Of her heart made a roar in
her throat.
mo Choice"
No-she wouldn't say this to
him. why should she? Give
him chance when it was but
too plain that he had outraged
her. Why, no! 1t was too late
now. He had made his choice.
Very well. So she would go into
the room. quietly. put her clothes
In suitcase; dress her son and
LEAVE.
She would say in a cold agony
of dignity: You have lied to
me, Dane. oh, I'm not angry.
But you've marked the path
you wish to take. Along that
road will never follow you!
So / have no choice
Thinking this, tears coursed
down her cheeks-made little
runlets on the window. Oh. this
was the way it would end
this love of theirs!
She let herself sink to her
knees-let herself cry long and
silently. Leave him-break all
the holy, tender bonds-make
bitter all the thousand memories
that had such aching sweetness.
They came to her now-scenes-
many gentle things he had done
dear, happy ways of him
Her hurt and anger melted.
Oh-cast him away after all
their years of gladness-tell him
to go now because he had made
a misstep, perhaps. Was that
the way of love? Turn away in
injured pride, thinking only of
her own pain?
She was moved suddenly to go
in and say gently: Dane, did
20 to the office. / got there just
as you and Natalie drove away
in your machine. I knew that
you had no conference with
Harrison. If you have come 10
the point where you wish to end
our relation-you must tell me
so. Don't let us lie and deceive
each other. Don't drag the love
of the past in shame like this.
1t is for you to say
Put the responsibility bravely
up to him-compeI him to mest
it. He would do it to her
She crept to the door, muir.
INJURED softly "Dane-Dane-"
In the darkness she made out
his form. He was asleep. He
could calmly sleep-sleep with
such a lie and such a shame
between them.
She moved coldly back to the
living room. She took her place
in the big chair. She sat there
through the night. In the mora
ing she said nothing.
! CHAPTER XIII
The Lost Letter.
In the back garden, Dane sat on
q low stool before a wooden plat
form he had made. At his side
was a little, black haired urchin
who watched with rapt, flash.
ing eyes-who sidled against his
fathers arm with sharp, aston
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