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swered "The mental picture will not
remain -when once it can be trans
lated. Besides, you may have coach
ed hinv4ar his own language."
For months the discussion contin
ued, and all this time Andrews stayed
away from Catherine. He had to
clear himself, to be restored to his
world again. He lived in a little cot
tage in Maine, almost alone, and
thought, ceaselessly. Some way must
exlBt,some way. . . How could
he prove that he had not slain Sco
ville? This question recurred perpet
ually, and there was no answer.
The Eskimo boy was being edu
cated at a public school, but bis evi
dence,would be valueless. Already he
was besieged with questions. He had
given twenty versions of the affair, as
those who asked him suggested. No
matter what he Bald, it would count
All the while Catherine Maynard
fought with her pride. She knew that
Andrews loved her, but she. could
never speak unless he told her. He
did not come, and at last love con
quered pride. She wrote to him.
Andrews had been, upon the verge
of insanity when her letter arrived.
The long solitude and the reception
after his return had almost unhinged
his mind. When he-received Cather
ine's letter he had to make his de
cision: Blither to go back and face
his caluminators or to go into exile.
He chose. He went back to Catherine.
When she saw him the memory" of
her letter still rankled in her breast.
She had t meant, woman-like, to be
cold to him', but the sight of his worn
face and haggard look awoke all the
pity in her.
And Andrews, when he saw her,
forgot all the past in the happiness of
"Catherine," he said, drawing her
into his arms, "I must tett you now. I
love you. "Win you be the wife of a
discredited man, agalnstwhom the
charge of murder is spread?'
"Yes; dear," she answered simply,
and raised her lips to his.
, That was. the manner of Andrewpl.
return to his world, and to his'astdn
ishment he found 'that all the doors
which had been closed against him
were opfen again. His enemies haci
gone too far and had produced a ref
action, in nis favor.
Wan-takkaw, the Eskimo, or
John, as he had come to be called",
could now speak English fairly well.
He was a' frequentcaller at May
nard's home. In spite of the profes
sors, he 'was able to give a very clear
account of the accident, which .utter
ly banished all shadow of suspicion, if
such had ever existed, from thead
"John," said Catherine, "Ideuten-
ant Andrews and I are going to be
marned." r ,
"Good,.", grinned the Eskimo. "In
my -country we giveJpresent when
man get married to woman."
"Why, I guess human nature is
pretty much the" same up there,
dear," said Andrews, laughing.
"All same?' said John. "We give
present. We no' say what present till
we T3dve htm:"
1 -They laughed' heartily and An
drews slapped John on the-shoulder.
"John,." he said, "what would you
like best in the world?" Jt
"Go home," said John, prbmptly.
"I know You're going home on the
missionary bbat next year. But next
to that?" ,
"Besman," grinned John, as Cath
erine had coached him.
"He means he wants to be best
man at our wedding, dearest," she
confided. She had planned this.llttle
surprise, and had told Andrews to
ask the question of the Eskimo.
"When I am besman, I give pres
ent," saJtd John mysteriously
'In the face of his approaching mar
riage the lieutenant's detractors were
silent The charges were now gen
erally disbelieved. Andrews had al
ready recovered his nerves; he was
his old self again.
"To think, dearest, that tomorrow
,wes-shall begin our life together!"