cry. Dent looked at the unconscious
man beside her.
"Your husband?" he asked grimly.
"No. He is dead. 'He died last
year. That man is a stranger."
"He left you -with money?"
Lu,cille nodded. It was a strange
colluquy upon the deck of the
doomed vessel, but neither seemed
to think of that
"Steady," said Dent, placing his
arm about her as she began to wa
ver from indecision. She had gath
ered the child to her and poised her
self for the spring. "Steady! There
may be time to escape by boat before
the fire reaches us. If not, jump, and
I will jump with the child. It is
"Yes. She is called Mary. She "
"She thinks your second husband
4 was her father?"
Lucille nodded. "Listen!" she
said, laying her hand on his sleeve.
"I may as well tell you. That man is
not a stranger. He cares for me. I
refused him I don't know I am
not rich, though I have a little to live
on. For the child's sake "
"Yes, go on," said Dent, feeling
immeasurably removed from it all
and watching her as if he were a
spectator at a play.
"I can't come back to you," she
cried. "I live among very decent
"Don't worry about me," answered
Dent quietly. "I only wanted to know
that the baby would have opportuni
ties in life that she would be cared
for. I am a jailbird. I am good for
nothing. I have no intention of en
tering your life again "
Even then he realized her heart
lessness in that she never even
glanced at the man on the deck be
And suddenly a new thought came
to Dent He had wanted to die; now
he wanted to live. The desire of life
swept over him like a flood like the
fire that was sweeping toward them,
fanning them with its hot breath.
But the boats were very near.- -
"Jump!" he cried, and seized the
child and leaped.
He heard the bubbling cry, but he
was treading water now and holding
his little girl in his arms. A boat
drew near. He reached up and placed
her within. A few strokes carried
the rowers to where Lucille floated,
gasping, upon the surface.
"There's room for you," said the
boatman when Lucille had been tak
Dent smiled grimly and swam
away. He trod water until he was
assured that the stunned man had
been saved. He saw the flotilla of
boats about the ship picking up the
passengers from the water. Then he
struck out steadily toward the shore.
Life was before him a new life,
somewhere. He knew now all that
he had ever wanted to know. Some
day he would redeem himself and
some day, when she was grown,
Mary should know him.
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
CAP AND BELLS FAD IN LONDON
London society is adopting the
"cap and bells" and Robin Hood ef
fect in headwear. The hat here has
a streamer of graduated plush balls
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