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cleared, and the past years of
his life flashed before him as q
memory of something left on the
other side of his days of ordeal.
He had run his mad course as
captain of his soul. had raced
down the path to Avernus, had
gone through the purging fires,
and a beneficent Providence had
lifted him up to grant him
further span of days. He looked
at Mary kneeling beside him, and
in her radiant features he saw
reflected the sublime purity of
her faith.
Charged with the rapture of q
new ideal, with understanding
with a supreme content, he knelt
beside her, his streaming eyes
raised to the grey clouds. and be-
tokenirg the alteration and thank.
fulness within his new-found soul.
Almighty Father of Love-" he
was fervently crying, accept
Thou the thanks of sinner who
has known the quality Of Thy
mercy. / have walked the paths
of folly, Of unbelief., and through
this dear woman Thou hast
brought me to the light and
granted me salvation. Let me
live to tell salvation's story"
He finished 10 find her arms
about his neck; her tired eyes,
bright with an inexpressible en-
chantment, gazing into his. I'M
dimmed by the tears that filled
them. and her gentle voice Groom
ing: The God of Love has work
for loving hands to do. My man
is born again"
He kissed her full on the lips,
sitting her utterance. Aye, dear
girl-Anson Campbell Is deadl But
thou shalt find a servant for the
work of thy heart, humble toilAr
in the vineyard ~ the LORD
And men shall love him, even
as I do" she breathed toyously.
and they. shall call him" She
drew his pale, bearded face down
between her thin hands. Cap
tain Salvation!"
A whaleboat, pulled by naval
crew, came sweeping into the cove,
And when It grounded on the
beach an old Irish sailor. chatter.
ing happily Of his children, stun.
bled into the arms of the rescuers,
while, hand in hand, a anan and
a woman, their faces haggard.
lined with pain and suffering,
vet bright with the ecstasy that
is born. of high resolves and the
love that passeeh understanding
limped weakly toward them.
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to herself; HE has no more time
I'd better go"
She suddenly remembered
Jackie. She got on a car. rode
a few blocks, got off and walked
swiftly. Boarded another, only
to rush off and start walking
again.
Jackie was at the door. Seeing
her alone he came rushing down.
Gosh, it's late-what--"
Her dazed eyes and the wild,
pale aspect of her face gave him
shock. What's up! Where's
Mike?"
Dead" And pitched headlong
to his arms.
CHAPTER 25
They had lost each other in a
fog. He was near, but she could
not see him. He spoke. She
couldn't hear. Soon the beloved
hand would reach out--ssize hers.
The dear voice breathing with re-
lief would cry: "Oh. It's you!
There all the time? How YOU
frightened mer' And they would
laugh in the gladness of each
others arms ana the folly of
tears sparkling in the sunshine.
She was driven to walk. She
went out swiftly to the park.
The acorns were soft and crushed
under her feet. There in the
little grove of eucalyptus that
starless night he had made her
dance, bending his head Gown
loyouslY and humning against
her ear--crooninR in a way that
melted her with yeerning--that
made her wish to go down ut,
terly and be lost in her love of
him.
There he had held her in the
shadow of the trees, raising her
two hands, kissing them with
teasing, "Ah your holy. delicate
white hands, my dark Rosaleen,
my own Rosaleen--" She saw
the laugh on his lips. She
reached to him.
Jackie. following her. saw her
stop abruptly. She turned and
said softly, He's dead! Jackie.
did tell you that he's dead?"
She touched her fingers on the
buttons of his coat. wishing to
be sure that something existed,
something was real. She laid.
pleAdingly. incoherentlv, Michael
is dead. / can't believe. 1t
Jackie, think of that Michael
dead
Eyes. said he with d. white
pinched look of his young boyish
mouth. He's dead, Ron. And
we ought to be there. There
may be things to be- done"
She had not heard. She now
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GSWHAT is life?' Arson unused,
w bewildered. "Does conscious
ness live after the death of the
body? Can the mind retain action
after the brain has been scat
tered?"
He essayed to speak. Am
dead? Is this the after-death?"
Though he formed the words in
his throat, yet he had no hear
ing. All was dark before his
eyes. He was blind.
Il feel, l think, but I am blind,
I cannot hear, I am incapable Of
movement =" He broke
off, muttering incoherencies.
The rain was dropping icy-cold
on his head. trickling through his
hair. his beard, and it was hav-
ing the effect of clearing his
hazy reason. His thoughts turn
ed to Mary Phillips, lying still
and stiff beside him. In this
world of after-death she was not
with him, and the knowledge
flayed his perception into a mad
frenzy.
"I don't want to 'thipk?' he
screamed soundlessly. ITO think
is hell. She's gone I'm
dead -" o God
spare me the torment of recollec-
ton! Blot me out! Let me die
utterly since
1 cannot be with her"
AS though the Power he was
apostrophizing had ignored his
plea. his mentality revived to
active functioning and memories
whirled around in his brain like
a naelstrom. Flashing back came
the defiant scoffings. the brazenly
pronounced doctrines of his mate
rialism. He marched valiantly
through life. sufficient unto him.
self, believing in 1ought but that
which he could comprehend, until
Fate--or was It God7--comlnenced
tearing apart the fabric Of his
ego, tllnnbling the colossal tower
of his conceit about his ears.
bringing him down with ruthless
swiftness to the long weeks of
frigid horror in the Patasonian
wilderness-~the very recollection
o. which scared him to the core
of his being. Graduating every
other memory with its over.
shadowing terrors.
As an extremity to his agony
was added the thought OF Mary
she who strived to lead him out of
his exaggerated folly. Rejecting
her appeals, he had taken il upon
himself to clip the thread Of her
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existence, to send her into Eter-
nifty, and in doing so he. had
parted with her forever.
In the excruciating torment of
the condition he was now in, this
conception left him squirming and
twisting. imagining that this was
the Hades to which he was con-
signed, the Gethsemane OF his
after-death.
20 Thou Mercifu1 God! Give
me a chance! Let her come to
me! Let me commune with her
ere we go our ways -
Az if in answer to his impas-
stoned plea, he felt soft hands
patting his cheeks. His eyes
opened, apprehensively. fearing
establishment. and, amazed, he
saw Mary beside him, her face
aglow with joy, a gladness he had
never seen. At the sight Of her,
he gasped, staring as though an
apparition were confronting him.
Perplexed, bewildered, he clutched
at her arms, feeling the solidity
of living flesh. She was speak.
to him; but he heard nothing and
comprehended only the movement
of her lips.
Conscious of her living reality,
he glanced from her face to the
weapon still grasped in his
fingers. 81 shot her" he NUT
tered dazedly. II shot myself
:" With d spasmodic move.
ment. he threw out the cylinder
OF the revolver to find but three
chambers loaded. He had pulled
the trigger on those which were
empty!
Alive! Alivev he babbled un.
comfortably. ut is q sign--a
sign! God gives me . agng' Sud.
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denly sensible of hearing, emery.
ing from his delirium, he tossed
the pistol away with a determi-
nation to die as Fate willed Ii.
But the booming still sounded,
mystifying his regained under
standing, while the radiant ex-
preston on her features puzzled
him with it's indescribable de-
light.
THE shots! The shots! hear
them yet" he was mumbling,
stupidity. She shook him by the
shoulders as if trying TO arouse
him to a sense of actualities.
The ship. Arson dear, the ship.
Look! Look:' She was pointing
Stewards with her hand.
He turned his gaze to the
channel. There, stopped in the
mist, cables length offshore,
was white-hulled steamer, the
Chilean flag at the main-gaff, a
feather of vapor letting from her
siren, the solitudes echoing to
roaring blasts.
Comprehension came to him
with a rush. She was real, tan.
gible. and her booming siren
explained the phaintasy of the
pistol shots. Rescue! Rescuew
he cried wildly. And he found
Mary within his arms, her face
alight with happiness the tears
streaming down her wan cheeks:
her voice intoning grateful praises
to Almighty God.
Saved! Saved! Oi'll see thin
again." Mulcahey was feebly
shouted Blessed Mary. mother
O. Christ, Oh give thanksr'
And into Anson's tortured mind
ct that moment came q surking
sense of realization. His vision
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was so tired Of these elaborate
offices with their thick, plum
colored carpets. Tired of the men
who came there. men in spats
and wearing rings, with the florid
airs of popular actors. Tired of
the sense of shady schemes going
on behind sound-proof doors. There
was something feverish and hol-
low about the Pantheon Finance
Company. Elaborate prosperity to
meet the eve. but always diff
Guilty about paving the monthly
rent.
The outer door opened. Sally
looked up and smiled. Dan Shev.
lin sauntered in. A. man OF 3S,
with lean, tired-looking face.
carefully dressed, with hard. cold
eyes.
But how can you be angry at
man who makes you laugh,
even when he asks you to go to
dinner with him in such way
that refusal is thA only thing.
She couldn't help enjoying his
bored, family amused look, the
dry WEAKNESS of his voice.
still being a good girl?"
Trying to-" Sally admitted.
Too bad. I've done my best"
He shook his head.
She laughed, looking at the
pretended melancholy of his cold
eyes. Sadness and Dan Shevlin
they didn't go together. Her
eyes rested on his tweed suit.
He did dress so well. There
was an aroma of Russian leather.
Havana tobacco, and good-living
about him. He was supposed to
have money, or knew how to
raise it at least. When he came
in, the Pantheon Finance Com
pany was very polite indeed.
Sally pondered after he had
left He was what Rob Saunders
so ardently desired to be. really
wicked. She thought of Rob's
rather round head. the direct
look in his grey eyes
Then 1t was noon and she
stood by the elevator. patient.
Down the hall was the door OF
the office where Rob Saunders
worked. 1t opened, shut, opened,
shut. Everybody in the world
came out or went in. everybody
except Rob Saunders.
ITS so mean Of him when I'm
so hungry" she sighed. "1f he
didn't come in five minutes. if
he didn't come in another five
minutes "0h, dear" said
Sally, Il can't make anybody
fall in love with me when I'm
hungry, and I certainly can't
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GtDLEAsE." she murmured,
1 denying in her thought each
word that he uttered, of drinking
them down. While her thought
shouted and screamed; mo!
Can't be! God-dearest God?"
''Please, Mr.. Mitchell--he died
this. morning? He left me
words?" I
'Ie wanted me to say--say he
fought devilish hard. Hungry to
see you. Imagined how you'd
feel. Wanted me to do some
thing. You see, last week when he
began to have those awful chills
at the same hours--each day at
the same hours-he knew. He'd
was strong. 1t wouldn't get him.
He'd too much worth living for.
but he knew. You know
they get deathly weak--no
strength at all. whenever he
felt good the last few days he'd
sit up and ask me to give him
the pen. I've got those letters,
poor fellow-he cried writing
them
! She leaned down and looked
into the ripping water. She said
to it quietly, Gone
She clasped her hands against
her throat and murmured in a
hush, "Michael--Michael."
She smiled at things she saw
in the water and whispered, II
don't believe thisr' And within,
I her heart fell to pieces-it with
cred and fell apart.
The boy came and gave the
letters into her hands-gave some
j OF Michael's things-those he
wanted her to have. He said
gently: LET me call cab. If
there's anything ] can do
"Oh." said she, staring at him
vaguely and smiling-staring at
the letter and turning it, You're
going back to the ship? You
have work to do?" l think III
walk
She went off slowly. she said
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cried knowing that he would
meet her-dead.
She would come back from
these visions to tell herself in the
chill quiet of many nights: Dead.
Oh, Michael, you are dead
She would sit up and fling out
her arms. She would think Of
him on the homeward journey
lying in his berth shivering
with those assaulting chills.
Oh that she had been there
to comfort hirn--oh that he had
lived but a moment with his
dear eyes turned to hers
She went down once to the
boat and talked to the young
purser. He was the last who had
seen Michael alive. He had held
Michaeps hand the hour before
he had died.
This contact gave him the
touch of divinity.
She called on him. She said in
that quiet, gentle way that went
twisting terribly to the boys
heart: Would you mind telling
me just what he said--iust how
he looked? Did he ever tell you
that 1 made him so alone?
that he needed me there in New
York? But I wouldn't go?''
No. Michael had said no word
of her except that he, Michael,
would know her because she was
very beautiful--she was tall and
radiant and If he saw someone
who looked like a woodland god
dess, that would be Roen Ross"
Just things like that and then
he buried his face in his hands
and said: ''Mitch-I'll stick it
out! God-God--think of meeting
her-dead'
There were the letters-three
of these
IF. dear one, this must be, and
We are parted--do not cry so,
Roen Asthore-your cries will
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reach across a thousand worlds
and would that can answer!
Now. if any God-if any God in
kindness gave me one last gift,
1t would be this: to comfort YOU.
To go there where you are and
lift you in my arms.
1.-THE things that I would say.
my dear LIES love-words everlast.
ing gladness. All you have meant
to me. The nights when you
have raised your face to mine,
and have seen it flaming in
its brave, strong love. / have
seen your eyes consenting and
have known that you were mine.
Il do not say that I shall 70
willingly. For l viii not. I
would have, one. hour of eternal
joy. Yet have had a THING
IA great and holy thing. You
gave it to me. Roen. It was
sweet and wondrous all these
years. So do not weep for me.
Roen. Or only a little. For /
will like this. I will want your
holy tears.
But for you, left lonely. I've a
right to cry. I do not care who
knows that I have cried. That I
am crying now. I would send
one to yeu--one to comfort you.
Had I a dear loved brother who
was free 1 would bid him so to
you-stay with you these few
years until we meet again--untiI
we meet again
At first she didn't think of 20.
ing on. The present blocked her
in with this colossal tragedy. Her
life ceased in it.
Suddenly, one night just as she
was closing the door of her own
bedroom a vision of her future
flashed on her. She saw herself
going lonely through her whole
life. Michael was gone. He was
never coming back to her.
Go Be Continued Tomorrow
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Life, Love and Adventure Are the Lot
Of an Obscure Girl in
High Society.
HIGH SOciety.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR

WHAT HAS HAPPENED so FAR
Sally Marsh comes to New York
with a thousand dollars and i
wonderful education; she learns
HtenOgraphy, keeps house with
four other girls and after three
years of struggle decides to get
married. But first she has to
pick out the man. She thinks
Of Rob Saunders.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
LIE had nice grey eyes. sally
thought OF them very hard. OF
course he was always trying to
impress YOU with his wickedness,
with whispers. little Jokes, hints
about wild parties. But that was
because he was so young. And as
for being really wicked-sally
smiled.
Her hands, with slim, quick
fingers, strayed over the type.
writer keys. touching but not
tapping them. Once she had
dreamed vaguely of man who
would adore her. man with a
strong mouth and 4 straight nose,
who would see right through her.
and love her just the same
a strange thing that you could
probably love man whose mouth
wasn't strong. whose nose wasn't
straight, who didn't see right
through, and love him for those
very things!
OF course 1t was going to be
easy to fall in love with Rob
saunders. All she had to do was
just want to. hard enough. Then
ne would become the most wonder.
ful person in the world. Only she
must first be sure that he had
fallen in love with her.
She frowned. She thought
swiftly. She would go out for
lunch early this noon. wait by
the elevator. Then he would
come out. They would 20 down
together. They would-but it was
dim what happened after that.
One step at a time-enough for
any adventures.
But it would be wonderful to
have a little house somewhere. to
make terribly good things to eat,
to keep things bright and shining,
to go up and up in the world.
until there were servants and
limousines and fur coats and
cream for breakfast. It wouldn't
be fun to be rich afterwards un.
less you'd been poor first.
How nice to saw good-hy to this
desk and to all the routine of the
Pantheon Finance Company. She
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announced suddenly.
I'm going to walk home with
you" he asserted, and make you
tell me-"
"All right. But you mustn't
knock me down. I'm not used to
it."
Cars and busses shouldering
their way through the homeward
traffic, but space to breathe and
move on the sidewalks. Almost
twilight. Rob Saunders talking.
Trying to tell her one thing and
really telling her another. All
the way from Minnesota, unfunny
Jokes about prohibition, ral1ish
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She dropped her eyes. Schemer,
adventures, siren!--not bad fun,
If you really were one. Men in
droves bending before you, flow.
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hand and called your maid and
told her to send them away, be-
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All men were just alike-they
wouldn't let you alone--they in.
sisted on loving you Well.
anyway, Rob Saunders had
halted. was staring at her.
Wait till / get these papers
signed" he said
He was back again quite quick
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She began to call herself hard
names to restore her courage,
her confidence. Then the door
opened and in walked Rob
Saunders.
"Hello" He really did try to
make his voice sound deeper
than 1t was, like q puppy prac-
Using his first bark. Next he
yawned and shook his head.
Didn't get in till four last
night" he explained with grin.
Young-that was it, he was
just young. II want to talk to
you" Sally said in a whisper,
really and truly"
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ly. What did you want to tell
Me?"
"oh-nothing. / don't know.
It's none of my business. Any
way I'm not going to-"
Yes, you are
NO. I'm not-I'm going home
anyway" She gave him one of
her swift, radiant smiles-tne
smile Of someone who really
loves all the world.
Her eyes flew to the window,
the opened window where spring
was pouring in soft. scented
air.
II m going to walk home" she
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fall in love with anything ex.
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She ate hurriedly alone, re.
turned wondering. Did Bob
Saunders go without lunch, was
he i'll, did he have a new Job?
She might never see him again.
That would be disgraceful-hav.
ing to choose two husbands in
one week.
All at once she stopped and
shivered. To think of marrying
someone, living with him-for
good, and plan everything as il
1t We're nothing at all She felt
suddenly littIe scared.
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comments about girls. Once or
twice he looked up to stare into
the eyes Of some other girl pass
ing by, and made a comment to
Sally about her.
She felt angry, but, Of course,
he didn't know any better. He
was just trying to impress her.
And after all, he was walking
home with her. Perhaps 1t was
only curiosity to find out what
she had wanted to tell him, but
here he was. anyway. So at last
she did tell him.
CTO Be Continued Tomorrow)
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less torture of remorse. He called.
1 did not hear. He needed me.
I was away. / failed Had
I done this or that he would
have stayed. He would be with
me now
She visioned Michael in New