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when he called at her house. They
have never met since. Don't you pity
"Yes," said Marion in a low voice.
"And now at last he is going to be
happy again," Kitty went on, "and I
know well, I know that within a few
days I shall have an engagement to
announce. And, Marion, dear, he is
coming to call tonight and I wanted
so much to have you mee't him."
Marion sat staring into the fire. She
was trapped, fairly trapped. To run
away was impossible; it Would not
only mortally affront Kitty, but would
tell her the secret. And it would show
Harry that she was afraid of him.
How miserable she had been over
that alTair! For months she had
struggled with the impulse to write
to him, but her pride was too strong
for her. And now how foolish she
Weli, there was nothing to do but
to meet him brazenly, and for Kitty's
sake no word must pass that would
A ring at the bell and Kitty started
"That's Harry!" she exclaimed.
"And I haven't .got ready. Marion, I
can't I simply can't let him see me
with my hair like this. You must en
tertain him for five minutes till I am
ready." And she flew up the stairs
just as the maid announced the guest.
They knew each other at once, and
stood dumbly watching each other,
each conscious of the same bewilder
ing surprise and pain. Then Marion
f ound'herself murmuring the conven
tional words of greeting.
"Sit down, Mr. Lamont," she said.
"Kitty won't be long. I'll go and see
"Marion," said the man in a low
.voice, "it is no use playing with each
other like this. For God's sake tell
me what you are going to do."
"What I am going to do?" Marion
found herself automatically repeat
ing. "Why, Harry" the word broke
spontaneously from her lips "I am
not going to do anything. For Kitty's ,
sake no mention of the past must
be made. We have met for the first
time; we are indifferent strangers.
That is all."
He took a step nearer to her.
"That is your last word, I sup-
pose?" he answered bitterly. "But I
want to tell you first what I think of
you. There was a time when I felt
crushed by your unkindness, but-then
I realized that if you had loved me
you would at least have let me ex
plain. You would have read my let-,
ters, or given, me one-interview- It
was a wretched subterfuge tbjireak
off an engagement of which Ijji had
"Mr. Lamont," saidJVIarion'quietly,
"this is not the time"6"r p'lace.fqr re
criminations. The past is past and
you are Kittyfc. Believe" me, the pain
I have to hear for my foolish j)rid'e "
They stqod face to face under the
glow of the lamp and there was no
sound heard except that of, "their
breathing andpf the slow clock-ticks.
"I have repented-a thousand times,
if you must know," said .Marion
gravely., "I must confess my fault. I
have loved .you and can never cease
loving, you. Therefore, " for Kitty's
sake, remember that we have never
"Do you mean that, Marion? ""mur
mured the man, and in a moment he
had taken her into his arms and she
was lying upon his breast and weep
ing out the sorrows of half ten years.
"Marion, I don't know What you
mean about Kitty," he said, "but it
was to meet you that she asked me
here. She learned about our broken
engagement from the Fernleys,
A musical laugh broke in upon
their ears. They started guiltily apart,
to see- Kitty, resplendent hi her even
ing gown, gazing mischievously from
one to the other.
"Kitty!" exclaimed Marion accus
ingly, but there were happy tears up
on her cheeks.
"I told you," Kitty almost sang, ''I
told you that in a few days I should