Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-11-22

TO know S0e remembers me, remembers WIN
the full forgiveness Of the woman whose love
rules her life, for she did love me. OF that
am sure. did not know it then, but looking
back have come to know many things did
not then understand"
Mary looked at him curiously as she said in
o voice he did not recognize, From what you
have told me I should say forgetfulness would
be the greatest good that could come to Eliza
beth Yeaton. presume you mean me to be-
Heve you still care for her. And loving her,
as you wish me to think, you have not seen her
in two years." There was incredulity and hard
ness In her usually quiet voice. "And what
about Pauline Fairbanks?"
He made q movement as II pushing away an
unimportant thing but answered without hesi-
tation:
Pauline? In o way we were much alike.
So long Is was the best man in sight I was
Wentworths million. had only thousands
was going through with 1t, had asked her to
marry me and would have kept faith"
"Faith?" Marys voice held untold contempt
"And what did you owe the other woman. You
say you know she cared for you and you de-
hberately did that cruel thing, made her trust
you-yon, who knew yourself unworthy Of trust.
Then you left her to fight her hurt alone. To
hide it from others with all the pride she pos
sessed. And you did this to save your honor.
HonorI A queer kind Of honor to break q
woman's heart. I thought knew you Next
to my Tom, trusted you-believed in you"
AS she spoke his face changed. my words
fail to carry conviction"
She paused so long before replying that he
leaned toward her, his face strained and hag-
gard. MARY" his voice was a prayer, you
will go to her. Beg her to give me moment,
just moment"
She moved from him as she said deliberately,
still unable to control her indignant anger,
You have convinced me Of one thing Jack,
that you are coward An arrant coward. I
will not go to her.
81 do not understand you, Mary. You have
always been willing to help others that needed
help"
IT am willing to help. But cannot give
you courage"
"Courage9" He looked at her blankly.
"Couragel You mean -"
Moral courage. Your future is in your own
hands, not mine. Go to her yourself, JackI
If she loves you, q moment will suffice. If not"
her voice was very gentle-"if not, it is for you
to learn it from her own lips"
He stood up, squaring his shoulders as he
mechanically searched his pocket for tobacco
and funlbled in another for match. Until
the tobacco was burning freely he did not speak.
"You are right, Mary" he answered at last.
"And you have helped More shame to me that
you had to show me what to do" Without
another word he left the room.
An hour later Elizabeth Yeaton's room door
opened slowly. Sitting listlessly by the window
she did not move until the absolute silence at
tracted her attention, silence holding in it an
intangible, unexplainable something that made
itself felt. She turned her head and caught
her breath at sight Of an armful of gorgeous
color and held out her hands impulsively.
For me? How kindI How very, very kind!
The lovely things!" she murmured, and buried
her face in the fragrant beauties. When she
raised it to voice her thanks she looked directly
into Jack Towards eyes.
st remember how you loved them" he said
simply.
COLOR flooded her face, receding as quickly
- as it came. "YouI" she said, her voice
hard. "Youl" It had reached her conscious
ness the roses had been brought with purpose
without haste, but with evident intention she
pushed them from her. There was finality in