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great free world out yonder, and it's
full of sunlight. and roses and rest
and love the sort of love you don't
even know th outside of."
An instant's desperate strength
came to the woman. She wrenched
her hands from his grasp and stum
bled backward until she was at arm's
length. Her eyes stared upon him
with a bewildered horror.
"Do you realize what you are say-
ma?' she demanded. "What am I
letting you say? Be still Harry! For
my sake, if you have no shame for
yourself, be still!
Then she gave a sudden low cry,
and caught at the man's arm.
"Look! Look!" she whispered,
"My husband is coming down the
hill. What shall I do?" She' began
to tremble very violently.
"There's but one thing to do," said
he. "Stay here and face it out! Tell
him the truth. Or at least let me tell
him the truth. I'm not going to lose
you. now. Stay here with me."
' Quite suddenly she darted aside to
the tall shrubbery which stood thick
there, but the man was as quick as
she and caught her before she had
gone more than 'a step or two.
. "You'll come back when he's
gone?" he demanded. "You'll come
back to .me, Break o' Day?" The
woman was almost beside herself
"Yes, oh, yes," she , whispered.
"Let me go, Harry! Oh, for Heaven's
sake, let me go! Yes, I'll come back.
I promise. Let me go. Oh, won't
you .let me go ? I promise. I promise
anything!" She broke from him and
fled into the cover of the pine shrubs,
and the man watched her go.
Stanley came down the steps and
nodded pleasantly to the 'man who
"Stranger here?' he inquired. "
"Yes," said the other man. "In
a way yes."
He, for -his part, was thinking very
swiftly, and he came to a bold con
clusion. "Some years ago," said he, "I met ,
a woman a girl and she loved me.
She was going to leave the silly, con
ventional, marionette-show life she'd
always lived and come away with me
to freedom. I knew what real life
was, and she was coming to me ta
learn. Then things came between
illness circumstances it doesn't
matter what. So I lost her. Well,
I've found her again and she hasn't
forgotten. She's coming with me
now." He paused, and drew another
quick breath. "It's your wife," he
said "She' going away with me."
Stanley gave a short laugh which
seemed to express pure amusement
and nothing else.
"Oh, is she though!" said he.
"Yes," said the other, "she is. You
might as well know it. Of course,"
he explained, "I could have taken
her away in secret without your
knowing anything about it. That's
the usual thing. I believe. But I
don't do things in the dark. Well,"
he demanded after a moment's pause,
"what are you going to do about it?"
"I?" said the man on the bench.
"What have you to offer that I have
"I have life to offer!" cried the
other man passionately.
"You're a bit vague," complained
Mr. Stanley, his eyes upon the thick
vine shrubbery. "Just what do you
mean by this 'life' of yours?"
"I mean," cried the other man, "a
life lived close to the good earth a
life warmed by the sun and sweet
ened by the things that grow wet
with the rain sometimes (for the rain
is good), a life lived as men were
meant to live it, free over the world
free to come' and go without ques
tion or tie free of conventional
things and people. That's what real
life is. You've never known it, but
that's what it is."
Stanley nodded his head, and he
was no longer smiling.
"I seer' said he. I see what you
mean. You come offering in place of
ties and duties, Romance. The Great