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CHAPTER XLvIII Continued.

swat, Craig-I came to tell you
something"
But, Sib-you don't mean that.
Teddy's not really dead-not your
little Teddy"
He was staring at her as though
he believed her crazy, and his face
was gray and drawn as hers.
Il wouldn't tell you, Craigie, if it
wasn't true. No, dear, I haven't
gone insane. Teddy's dead. know,
because they put him in the ground,
you see. Underneath the snow. And
they let me dress him very warmly,
and put his toys in his caSket, like
pagan mothers do.
Teddy was hanged, Craig. He
choked to death, when I went out
to see man I used to love. Oh,
they say he was watching the snow
fakes. but I know better. He was
looking for his mother. With his
little nose pressed against that ice
pane, in his flannel nightie, SILVER
ing in the cold, waiting for me.
And didn't come, Craig. I'd
gone to see this man. He's going to
be married very soon. She's a nice
little girl-nice like 1 used to be.
Her names Kitty, and he says she's
his salvation. But he wanted me
just the same. Only then the tele..
phone rang - and Teddy was
hanged"
"Sybil- darling-don't!"
She put her hand against his lips.
Eyes, Craig. I've got to. Let me
tell you, Craig"
With touch of wildness she
clutched his hand.
He knelt then beside her, and took
her cold fingers in his and held
them warmly. She leaned against
him, and he was aware poignantly
of her loneliness and deSirability.
And the glamor of her presence en-
folded him as it always did.
NTHEN man of profound ma
w ture has loved a woman for
many years, and been denied the
fulflllment of his love, there may
rise from this denial sort of pro-
tective tenderness. A rare and
lovely thing like wrath of pas
sion. And it embraces the object
of his alteration gently as the per-
fume of a summers night. 1t is an
exquisite -beatitude, and diffuses the
precious fragrance of a gracious
dream.
Tn cOy,oo ,,,aoy,afio 1r,aV, cS,yJo;1 foI+
herself EMBODIED in the spiritual gar
lnent of Craig's love.
But when he raised her hand to
his lips, and kissed her fingers, one
by one, she drew them away.
mo. Craig. Not yet. I've come to
ask you something. But you must
hear me first"
Eyes, darling"
He Soothed her gently, stroking
her knees.
i've been a bad girl. Craig"
mo, no, Little Sweet
1t was his turn to put fingers
across her lips.
mo, Sybil. Dear little, good lit
tie girl-No."
But have, Craig. Listen. The
man 1 went to see was John Law
renee. He didn't die at all, Craig
It was all a mistake. He-he'S
very much alive. Mabel knew him
first-only she didn't know he was
John, you see. She thought his
name was Roger Caldwell. He's a
real estate agent. And Mabel was
looking for an apartment. And
when the agent came 1 was there,
don't you see? And it was John
Lawrence.
He'd had amnesia, Craig. He
wasn't killed at all. He'd only for
gotten. And when he saw me ne
tainted. And then Nab and re-
vived him, and he knew me.
Oh, it's such dreadfully long story,
Craig"
He pulled her short skirt down
over her silken knees and held his
peace.
And that night" she said, pal
ing as she told it, II went to see
him. 1 went to his apartemnt,
Craig. And I wanted him to make
love to me. He told me about the
girl he is going to marry, and he
said she was his salvation, and his
compass and everything. And still
I wanted him to make love to me.
You see, am a very bad girl, Craig"
He was silent.
And them" she said, che asked
me if L had had lovers. Craig. And
he came and took me in his arms.