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"I guess I'm nil right," he managed
to answer. "but 1 pot u Job on—an Im-
portant Job on. 1 mum get It done.
There Is not time—"
Hut her woman's intuition hnd gone
fur below his Idle words. "There Is
something wrong Dave," she said.
"You never looked like this before.
Tell me what It Is. Tell me, Dave.
1'crhaps I—tan help."
!>itve was silent for n moment,
watching her. Suddenly it occurred
tu him that Edith Duncan was beauti-
ful.
If she bad no{ quite the fine features
of Irene she had a certain softness of
expression, a certain mellowness, even
tenderness, of lip and eye; a certain
womanly delicacy—
, "Edith," he said, "you're white. Why
is it that the woman a man loves will
fail him, and the woman he only
likes—stays true?"
"Oh 1" she cried, and ho could not
guess the depths from which her cry
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"Yes," He Answered, "I Have to Kill
a Man."
| was wrung. ... "I should not have
asked you, Dave," she said. "I'm
| sorry."
j They stood a moment, neither wish-
ing to move away. "You said you had
i something that must be done at once,"
she reminded him at length.
"Yes," he answered. "I have to kill
a man. Then I'm going to Join up
with the army."
Her hands were again upon him.
' "But you mustn't, Dave," she pleaded,
j "You can't fight for jour country then.
You will only increase its troubles In
' these troubled times. Don't think I'm
pleading for him, Dave, but for you.
for the sake of us—for the sake of
those—who care."
He took her hands in his and raised
j them to his shoulders and drew her
face clo'e to his. Then, speaking very
| slowly, and with each word by Itself.
"Do you really care?" he said.
"Oh, Dave!"
"Then come to my room and talk
j to me. Talk to me! Talk to me! For
God's sake talk to me! I must talk
to someone."
She followed him. Inside the room
he hnd himself under control again.
He told her the story, all he knew.
When he hnd finished she tirose and
walked to one of the windows and
stood looking with unseeing eyes upon
the street. For the second time In
his life Dave Elden had laid his heart
bare to her, and again after all these
years he still talked ns friend to
friend. That was It. She was under
no delusion. Dave's eyes were as
blind to her love as they had been
that night when he had first told her
of Irene Hardy, And she could not
tell him, Most of all she could not
tell him now. . . . She had waited
all these years, and still she must
wait.
Dave's eyes were upon her form,
silhouetted against the window. It oc-
curred to hlni that In form Edith was
very much like Irene. He recalled that
In those dead past days when they
used to ride together Edith had re-
minded him of Irene.
When she stood silent so long he
spoke again.
i "I'm afraid I haven't played a very
heroic part," he said, somewhat
shamefacedly. "I should have burieti
my secret In rny heart; buried it even
from you; perhaps moat of all from
you. But—you can advise me, Edith, j
I will value whatever you say.'
She twembled until she thought he
must see her, and she feared to trust
her voice, but she could delay a reply
no longer.
"Dave," she said at length, "why
should you take Con ward's word iu
such a matter as this?" *
"I didn't take Conward's word
That's why I didn't kill him at once.
It wasn't hl« word, It was the insult
that cut. But she tried to save him.
She threw herself upon me. S)^ would
have taken the bullet herself rather
than let it find him. That was what—
that was what—"
"I know, Dave." She had to hold
herself in check lest the tend rne-s
that welled within her, and would
shape words of endearing sympathy
In tier mind, should Und utterance in
Breech. "1 know, Dave," she suid
"The next tiling, then, Is to make
sure In your own mind whether you
ever really loved Irene Hardy. Be
cause If you loved Irene u week ago
you love her tonight."
"Edith," he said, "there Is no way
of explaining this. You can't under
stand. I know you have given your-
self up to a life of service, anil I
honor you very much, and all that, but
there are some things you won't In
able to understand. You can't under
stand Just how much I loved Irene
Have you never known of love being
turned to hate?"
"No. Other Impulses may be, but
not love. Love can no more turn t<
hate than sunlight can turn to dark
ness. Believe me, Dave, If you hate
Irene now yon never loved her. Lis-
ten: 'Love beareth all things, bellev-
eth all things, hopeth all things, en
duretli all things'!"
"Not all things, Edith; not all
things."
"It says all thlncs."
Dave was silent for some time
| When he spoke again she caught a dif
ferent sound In his voice—a tone as
though his soul in those few moments
I had gone through a lifetime of expe-
! rlence.
' "Edith," he said, "when you repeat
ed those words I knew you had some-
thing that I have not. I knew it, not
by words but by the way you said
them. You made me know that In
your own life, if you loved, you would
be ready to endure all things. Tell
me, Edith, how may this thing be
done?"
She trembled with delight at the
new tone In his voice, for i.he knew
that for him life would never again
be the empty, flippant, selfish, irn
sponsible thing which In the past he
had called life.
"in your case," she said, "the course
Is simple. It Is just a case of for
giving."
He gazed for a time into the street,
while thoughts of Bitterness and re-
venge fought for domination of his
mind. "Edith," he said, at length,
"must I—forgive?"
"1 do not say you must," she an-
swered. "I merely say If you are wise
you will. Nothing, It seems to me. Is
so much misunderstood as forgiveness,
The one who is forgiven may merely
escape punishment, but the one who
forgives experiences a positive spir-
itual expansion."
"Is that Christianity?" he ventured.
"It Is one side of Chri tlanlty. The
other side is service. If you are will-
ing to forgive and ready to serve I
don't think you need worry much over
the details of your creed. Creeds,
after all, are not expressed In words
but In lives. When you know how a
man lives you know what he believes—
always."
"Suppose I forgive—what then?"
"Service. You are needed right
now, Dave—forgive my frankness—
your country needs you right now. You
must dismiss this grievance from your
nnnd. at least dismiss your resent-
ment over It, and then place yourself
at the disposal of your country."
"That is what I had been thinking
of," he said. "At least that part about
serving my country, although I don't
think my motives were ns high as you
would make them. But the war can't
last. It Is unbelievable."
"I'm not so sure," she answered
gravely. "Of course I know nothing
about. Germany. But I do know some-
thing about our own people. I know-
how selfish and Individualistic and
sordid and money-grabbing we have
been; how slothful and Incompetent
and self-satisfied we have been; and
I fear It will take a long war and sac-
rifices and tragedies altogether be-
yond our present Imagination to make
us unselfish and public-spirited and
dean and generous. I am not wor-
rying about the defeat of Germany.
If our civilization Is belter than that
of Germany we shall win, ultimately,
and if our. civilization Is worse than
that of Germany we shall be defeated
ultimately—and we shall deserve to
be defeated.
"But I rather think that neither of
the alternatives will be the result. I
rather think that the test of war will
show that there are elements In Ger- J
man civilization which are better than j
ours, and elements In our civilization
whlcb are better than theirs, and that
the good elements will survive and
form the basis of a new civilization
better than either."
"If that is so," Dave replied, "If
this war is but the working of Immu-
table law which proposes to put all the
elements of civilization to the supreme
test and retnln only those which are
Justifiable by that test, why should
I—or anyone else—fight? And." he
added, as an afterthought, "what
about that principle of forgiveness?"
"We must fight," she answered, "be-
cause It is the law that we must fight;
beca .se it Is only by fighting that we
can Justify the principles for which we
fight. If we bold our principles as be-
int.' not worth fighting for the new civi-
lization will throw those principles in
the discard. And that, too, covers the
question of forgiveness. Forgiveness,
In fact, doe* not enter Into the con-
sideration at all.
"We must fight, not because we hate
Germany but because we love certain
principles which Germany Is endeav-
oring to overthrow. The impulse must
be lo\e, not hate."
She had turned and faced him while
she spoke, and he felt himself strange-
ly carried away by the earnestness of
her argument. What a wonderful
woman she was! And as he looked
at her he again thought of Irene, and
suddenly he felt himself engulfed In
a treat tenderness, and he kuew that
even yet—•
"What am I to do?" he said. "What
am I to do?"
In the darkness of her own shadow-
she set her teeth for that answer. It
was to he the crowning act of self-
renunciation and it strained every
fiber of her resolution.
"You bad better go overseas and
enlist In England," she told him calm-
ly, although her nails were biting her
palms. "You will net quicker action
that way. And when you come back
you must see Irene, und you nius'
learn from your own heart whether
you really loved her or not. And If
you find you did not, then—then you
will I".' free to—to—to think of some
other woman.''
"1 am afraid I shall never care to
think of any other woman," lie an-
swered. "except you. Hut some wuy
you're different. I don't think of you
as a woman, you know ; not really, In
n way. I can't explain it, Edith, but
you're something more — something
better than all that."
He had sprung to his feet. "Edith,
I can never thank you enough for
what you have said to me tonight.
You have put some spirit back into
my body. I am going to follow your
advice. There's a train east in two
hours and I'm going on It. Fortu-
nately my property, or most of It. hns
dissolved the way It came."
She moved toward him with extend-
ed hand. "Goodby, Dave." she said.
He held her hand fast in his. "Good-
by, Edith. I can never forget—I can
never repay—all you have been. It
may sound foolish to you after all I
have said, but I sometimes wonder
If—If I had not met Irene—If—" He
paused and went hot with embarrass-
ment. What would she think of him?
An hour ago he had been ready to
kill or be killed in grief over his frus-
trated love, and already he was prac-
tically making love to her. Had he
brought her to his room for this?
What a hypocrite he was!
"Forgive me, Edith," he said, as
he released her. "I am not quite my-
self. ... I hold you in very high
respect as one of God's good women.
Goodby 1"
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day and you w ill feel weak, sick and nau-
seated tomorrow. Don't lose a day's
work.
Take "Dodson's Liver Tone" Instead!
Here's my guarantee! Ask your
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Tone and take a spoonful tonight.
If It doesn't stal* your liver and
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Getting Back at Hubby.
Uacun—When a woman says that
she doesn't care how she looks. It is
time to send for the doctor.
Mrs. Bacon But, If the doctor Is a
married man, he won't care."
MOTHER!
"California Syrup of Figs"
Child's Best Laxative
to the store and get your money.
Take a spoonful of harmless, vege
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any time. It can't salivate, so let
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should be the ambition of every worn
an as there is nothing so attractlvt
as a fair, smooth skin. Neither soaps
nor powders can give this. Thou
sands of southern .voiticn know from
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Tetterlne Is sold by druggists or sent
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WILLING TO GO HALF WAY EVIDENTLY HE WASN'T READY
Little Jimmy's Answer to Leading , Colored Driver Didn't Wait to See
Question Distinctly in Nature of ! Who It Was That Had a Desire
a Compromise. ] for Him.
CHAPTER XIV.
When Irene Hardy pursued Dave
from the house the roar of his motor-
car was already drowned In the hum
of the city streets. Hatless. she ran
the length of a full block; then, real-
izing the futility of such n chase, re-
turned with almost equal haste to
her home.
"What is the meaning of this?" she
demanded of Conward. "Why did he
threaten to shoot and why did he
leave as he did? You know. Tell
me."
"I am sure I wish I could tell you,"
said Conward with all his accustomed
suavity. In truth Conward, having
somewhat recovered from his fright,
was in rather good spirits. Things
had gone better than he had dared to
hope. Elden was eliminated, for the
present, at any rate, and now was the
time ;o win Irene.
She stood before him, flushed and
vibrating and with flashing eyes.
"You're lying. Conward," she said de-
-Jt
Aunt Marie was very good, Indeed,
to her five-year-old nephew, .lames.
She gave him everything his little
heart ileal red. Itut still she was often
Inclined to tease him and whenever
be showed resentment she teased him
still further by threatening to take
away something she had given him.
The ether night she began her
usual teasing, taking for the >uh|c<-t
herself and her charms "Why, .lltn-
mie thinks I'm a wonder," and she
turned In little James pre.voklnglv nnd
asked' "Don't you think I'm pretty?
I <.n't you think I'm good"'''
The little fdlow was disturbed, lie
wanted to tell the truth, and he also
wanted tn keep auntie's favor.
Finally he found his tongue. "Well,
I do link you're prett> good,'' he said
truthfully.
Troubles of the poor.
It doesn't matter how rich they get
the poor still have their troubles. A
waitress In ii New York restaurant re-
ported in the police that some thief
had stolen her SfifiO fur coat.
The Language.
"I toll you. young Sinllh is a coin-
ing man."
"Yes, I notice he Is going some.''
While visiting In Nashville, Term.,
tnv ventriloquist son and 1 hired a ear
and driver for a sightseeing tour,
writes a correspondent. In leaving the
city we passed a private cemetery
where the gravi stones were clo e to
the road, and I noticed that our driver
put on speed nntl rolled his eyes
toward .lie spooky-looking plot.
1 was stnrtled nivself to hear an tin-
earthly groan come seemingly from
beneath the nearest stone, but turned
In time to watch mv son grinning be-
fore the colored driver put on a burst
of speed that nearly threw us out.
Then came another groan that seemed
to come front the seat next tin- driver,
and a deep voice that said: "Boy, 1
want you."
That was just before we went over
an embankment, and our driver lit run-
ning In the road. It was an hour after
he disappeared In the distance befort
we caught ;i ride back to the city.
Size Governs Dog Tax.
in some of the cities of Europe a
dog is taved according to lis size i
little ta\ for a little dog anil a big tax
for a big dog.
A man' greatest success In life Is
generally unexpected.
"You're Lying, Conward."
llherately. "First you lied to hltn,
and now you lie to me. There can be
no other explanation. Where Is that
gun? He said 1 would know what to
do with It."
"I have It," said Conward, partly
carried off his feet by her violence.
"I will keep It until you are a little
more reasonable, and perhaps a little
more respectful."
(TO BB CONTIM'KR)
If folks were paid according to their
executive ability, a good cook would
draw more salary than a collude pro-
fessor.—Galvestou News.
Instant
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Costs less than coffee
Far more healthful
Ask your grocer for
POSTUM instead
of coffee.
"Theres a Reason
Made by Postum Cereal Co.,Battle Creek,Mich.
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