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mous." The tone was harsh and
jeering, brutally, bitter, but again she
showed no resentment.
"Oh, there won't be any wedding,"
she said, speaking still in her color
less, child-like tone but the eyes
told! The eyes told ft-all! "Did you
think I'd go on and marry Mr.
Soames now? Oh, no, indeed! You
see, I love Jerry Castle, and Jerry's
dead, and I killed him." Then, after
a little space of vacant staring, she
bent over the Harvest Moon:
"What shall I do with it, Lord Rid
forth?" "The pearl is yours," said he, but
he began to watch her with a new
expression in his eyes'. .
"I don't want it," she said, shud
dering. "There was a time when I
would have sold my soul for it and
laughed over the bargain. Now
oh, I don't want jt
"I think," she said, "I know what
She set a sherry-glass before her
and filled it. from the little bottle she
Miss Lindon dropped the Harvest
Moon into the glass, and as it disap
peared the man-across the table made
a sound like an audible grOan. Lit
tle bubbles, streams of them, began
to mount to the top of the glass,
as if the liquid in it were champagne,
but it was not, it was vinegar. He
looked across the table" at the girl
who sat there still, and. his hard face
softened. He was a grim man and
ruthless, quite merciless upon occa
sion, but there was something in this
deed that touched a responsive
chord in him. A little woman could
not have done it.
"And now," she said, "will you
do you think, Lord Ridforth, that you
could -tell me more about him, any
little thing, the littlest?"
The man regarded her very keenly
and bent his head. Then he told her
all that he-knew, or could remember
or thought it best at that time to tell
of young Gerald Castle and of Cas
tle's awful sufferings. He must have
talked quite steadily for an hour or.
more. '"And now we must I must
go; but first " She drew toward
her the little sherry-glass and looked
down upon it. At the bottom the
liquid was clouded and gray, but at
the top it had begun to clear. She
rose to-her feet and Lord Ridforth
rose with her.
"I drink," said Miss Lindon, "to
the memory of a brave and faithful
gentleman who suffered through me
and I drink in the treasure he won
for me. I think he would have liked
it to be so." She drank what was in
the little glass and afterward was
still, shuddering slightly, fqr the acid
must have burned her throat with
"I will go now," said Miss Lindon,
but Lord Ridforth stepped quickly
past her and stood before the door.
His face showed strange excitement
"A moment, please!" And she
halted, looking at him with dull sur
prise. "I came here," said the man, "full
of bitterness- and scorn and hatred.
I came here to face a woman whom
I believed to be utterly selfish and
heartless hard as iron. I longed to
make her' suffer as she had made
poor Castle suffer, but I had no hope
of it. I I want to say that I'm sorry.
I want to say that I'Ve learned some
thing. I've seen suffering here to
night as keen and as terrible as any
human suffering can be. I've seen
absolute despair and I've seen great
unselfishness. Thank God, I can re
ward it as it ought to be rewarded.
Miss Lindon, part of the story I told
you was a lie, a deliberate lie, agreed
upon between Gerald Castle (only he
has another name now) and myself.
No! Wait, please! Let me explain. I
did find him as badly off as I told
you. He had suffered all I said and
more, but at the end of my ten days'
nursing he did not die; he recovered
sufficiently to be put. on board ship
Lord Ridforth halted there, frown-,