New Britain herald., 1928-03-16

time would ever come when she would regret with all her heart her act Of that night Jill had no intima- ton then.
 But you--it is you, girl, who are uronging me" cried Jack. little wildly. and crossing over 10 her. ho tried 10 take her in his arms. But Jill Stuart refused to be pettcd into good humor.
 Listen. Jack.' she said, with q sudden Inspiration. holding his gaze with her own. You say l am wrong you place your hand over your heart and swear that you did not kiss Nita RaNelle last night? If you didn't kiss her H. Will you swear, Jack, that you didn't kiss her?"
 She stood awaiting his answer, her heart in her throat, 1t seemed 10 her.
 "oh, piff'e. JilT" he exclaimed, essayins ge7tuf implying large contempt for childish foolishness. Whats tn use of all that silly monkey-tiddlins business? You wouldn't believe me if ] said I didn't.'
 She eyed him closely, trying to probe into his mind
 Jack. I would, 100. believe you,' she said, q plaint've note in her voice that struck into his heart. "I know. iust as Dad said, that you're not q liar. You will not lie. I know that if you'll place your hand in mine and say: As God hears me. Jill, did not kiss Nita Ravelle last night I'll believe you. Not only that. but everything will be forgiven and tor- gotten. and we'll be just as We were yesterday morning. Will you do il. Jack dear"''
 But Jill had spoken only too truly. Jack Stuart would not lie. And he had kissed Nta Ravelle. And yet what does a little kiss amount to" That was what he had thought the night before. Now he knew it was of tremendous importance - knew that if bade fair to break up his home
 Slowly the little clock on the man tie clicked away the seconds. With the passing of every second Jill $ suddenly kindl"d hopes faded She knew-know positively. at last she told herself. and then told him she knew. Sine knew, she said tha: her husband was guilty.
 And so she moved out of th" room their rcom-and went in 'o sleep with her babies, the flesh of her flesh, and the bone of her bone. whose love was sweet
 X misiudc"1 husband, convicted on c'rcumstanfia evidence. is q martyr of the pur"st ray ser"nn.' Ther" is nothing quit" to equal the colossal proportions of his pout. His sympathy for himself is beautiful in its heroic dealism. He knows he Is vrongfullv accused. and SO his conscience hrcathes, and glows with conscious rcCtitude, swells with hon. "st pride. . II QUITS. It warns him body and soul, and toeds his hungry ego, Long may his pout endure.
 Jack Stuart knew that he was thc victim of some dla holical conspiracy. What it's purpose was he could not fa'hom. Never for an instant did h. suspect that Nita Eayelle might be at the back of the thing. Her con duct during the oc hours of their imprisonment had been exemplary To be sure she had not objected :o a little betting; had. in fact. en- Coura eed it. But it had been all >,
 nlv kisses.
 Was he 70 blame If his story ruG great gaping holes in it? Was it ls'r fault that the ends didn't book up z He kncw-and Nita knew they had played the game.' lived up 10 al! the rules of social order anI morality.
 That his story and the facts know II 10 Jill didn't connect, he fully real lza1 and doplored, Had 'Ennorv but i presented that note-nritten at hi. dlctation-,Iack' version Of the af- fair would have rung true It uas his discrepancy, and others of 2 similar nature. that had made him look like lying fool Why had Emery got him to writ that noth--at the formers dictatior -aslllng Jill for q thousan nd dollars money he might easily have ob- 'ainod, and with no danger-and then never presented it"
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