The Washington times., 1930-09-22

his book and woke up and pat
ted her hand, and went to
sleep again but what real
happiness had she ever given
him? Their marriage was only
q farce 1t had brought
trouble with his only son
has resulted in his death
Cathie sat very silent In the
small whitewashed room, listen,
ing to her insistent, scratching
thoughts, thinking Of the thous-
and and one little things that
she might have done for her
husband -. thinking of them
now. when it was too late
ut won't be long now,
dearie," Mrs. Evans, the ma
tron, said.
I know" cathie said. "and
I'm sorry"
Mrs. Evans gave her a long,
knowing look.
She's guilty all right. breads
the trial. poor thing" she told
Curly Hink, the policeman who
was on duty in the elevator
when she went home that
night.
"sure. But it'l be a damn
shame IL she don't get Off"
She sighed. Yes, and her so
young. I hate to think of her
going to San Quentin with all
the riffraff. She's such a re-
fined, gentle little thing
"a Chinese man to see you"
they told Cathie that evening.
HE has his pass all signed
properly, but you doa't have
to see him If you don't
want to-"
"Oh, but 1 want to! 1t must
be CheongI"
Chinese Caller
It was Cheong. Wearing his
black coat and his derby hat.
Carrying a screw Of brown
paper that opened, disclosing
lilies. White Chinese lilies,
golden hearted. full ivory-blos
somed, on the thick pale green
stems.
This is a most unhappy oc-
casion," he said in his cere-
monious English, but / wish
to assure you of my good wishes.
In my small way / may be Of
assistance, I hope. IL have
many Chinese boys who are my
friends. Quite possibly one may
discover evidence. For 1t Is
written in the book Of history,
the ignorant may change the
course Of life Of the great"
Cathie smiled sadly. Che.
ong. you did the only thing
that could really help me al.
ready. You found Mr.. Moore
for me. I can't ever thank YOU
for that"
These things are simple"
the fat old Chinaman said.
when one is well acquainted.
In China we have a saying.
Roughly translated it would be
BE of good cheer, for virtue
never dies"
They let Gordon come at last.
It was a long while before
Cathie could trust herself to
speak. His eyes were so heavy.
his dark, thin face was so mark
ed with fatigue. He looked as
old as his brother David. As
old as his Uncle Andrew.
Because of her.
Gordon. are you very
tired?"
Only Misery
"I don't know. Perhaps.
We've been working hard, you
know. Cathie, love you so :"
"And I've brought you moth
ing but misery"
"It's that brought you the
misery, Cathie. From the very
first"
'No. Only happiness. ] could
not stand 1t now II 1t weren't
for you. I couldn't, Gordon"
When he spoke again hts
voice was hoarse and mllffled.
Some day Til make it up to
you. Wen go away. where you
can forget. Russia, maybe.
I'm considering q project there.
It's the biggest thing we've
ever thought Of. We may not
get it. I hope we do. because
it would mean clearing out
you and I, Cathie. Together"
Cathie thought about 1t.
Russia. Easter services with
people carrying tall candles
and kissing each other.
SleighS in winter time, and
wolves lurking in black forests
and cross stitch embroid-
cry, and the new art. Russia
mot very real. not very
likely that 1t ever would be
Fears Mount
She smiled q little crooked
smile. Eyes, Gordon. IF they
let me-"
Gordon Moore hid his face
on Cathie's shoulder. "Oh,
they'll let you. You'll get off
all right. There isn't any doubt
about that"
He was thinking. ''There
isn't q chance. and I can't
bear It,. Il can't bear hex
knowing It,. .
Gently Cathie raised his
head. Don't worry, Gordon.