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Her chin still resting in her hand's,
the girl slowly turned her eyes to his.
She looked at him slowly from his
head to his feet, as if she were trying
to verify his words. -
"There were"iots of other things I
wanted to do and see, but, of course,
I couldn't run all over the world in
thirty days very well, could I? I work
ed it all out with myself for a long
time. But gracious! I knew all the
time what I wanted to do and what
I was going to do, and that was to
come back and see you and perhaps
ask you to sing for me again.' '
As Crichton finished the girl look
ed up at him questioningly, but the
man's face was still in the shadow.
"I don't ltnow just what to say to
you, Mr. Crichton," she said, "be
cause I really dont' know you at all,
and yet I feel that I never knew any
one so well. I didn't break with Ned
on account of you, but J did it on
account of your type, or rather on ac
count of his. He was a good, sweet
soul, but he was just like the rest of
them here the men, and the women,
too, for that matter, are pretty much
all made in the same mold. I have to
go back to my father's ranch three
months every year to keep near the
earth and see all the sky at once.
You were different, and I wanted to
know you very, very much. I was
going to write yo uto come and see
me in town before you sailed and
"And then?" he asked. .
"Then? Well, why not? It .can't
make any difference now."
"None." . "
"I didn't send for you because 1
thought I cared too much."
"But you knew -you were not go
ing to marry Curtis?"
"Yes," she said. -"I knew-that from
the first day."
"Then there must have been an
The girl nodded up at the dark fig
ure. "Yes, there was another rea
son." "Not the old reason the reason
of eevry dull full that sits in a club
window, the reason why every debu
tante is told to keep away from me?"
Miss Ferguson nodded.
Crichton, still standing with his
back to the fire, clasped his hand's
behind him, and slowly laced and un
laced his fingers.
"I judged," he said, "from what
I saw of you before that above all
you were charitable. I am sorry that
I could not have gone away still
"Charity?" seh asked. "Do you call
that charity? Imean the kind of
charity that begins at home. It
mayn't have been charitable to you
or to me, but the world wasn't made
for you and me. We might as well
try to dam a flood as to hold back
what the world wants to thing of us.V
"And yet," the man interrupted,
"our happiness would have made up
for much. Idon't pretend to be un
selfish the Lord knows I have suf
fered' enough to want a little pleas
ure and peace before I die."
"I know," she said, "I know all of
that. I know that we could have been
happy, because we could have been
content with each other and we could
have gone away. But how do we
know that- those who came after us
would have the strength to take up
the burden? ; Do you know that they
would have" been satisfied, as you and
I could have been, with only each
other happy with the heat of the
sun over our heads and the smell of
the ground under our feet? Do you
know that those who might follow
us would not choose to live with their
kind, .and do you know that they
would be brave enough to hold up
their head's in the crowded places?".
The girl rose from her chair and,
laying ner hand on Grichton's shoul
der, half turned him about, so that
the red glare "from the fire shone
fairly in his face.
"I know it doesn't make very much
difference now,", she went on, "but
I have told you what my mother wirf
'never know. Is there anything else.