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The Garden of Fate
Cemtamed f >om page 9
married, and my disappointment now that
you ain't going to be; but no one bur G'-d
can rule hearts, and sometimes I think He's
too busy to look after all of them.
"Dick, she told me these things lying
there in my arms after she'd sobbed herself
quiet and the little gates that have been built
up between all her womanhood and me had
been opened so's she could talk the way she
did fifteen years ago. She told me because
she wanted "my advice just as she did in them
other years. Charlie loves you more than
any other living thing; but in one way, and
that's like a great big brother that used to
tote her around on his shoulders, used to he p
her up onto her pony, used to punch any
other kid's head that was rude to her, and
used to cuddle her when she was tired. She
wants to keep you that way, and she loves
you so much that she would never tell you
for fear it would break your heart.
" I'm trying to spare her trouble, boy, even
if it's almost as hard for me to say these
things as it would be for her. I'm doing it
because neitiur you nor I want to ever
see her cry from sorrow or kmefiness, and
that's what life would be if you married her
when she didn't love you the way husbands
and wives must love each other. One must
be sure. It's unsurety that makes divorce
courts, the only businesses in the world that
never fluctuate and always have a little
more to do than they can attend to. It's
being sure that makes one man worth more
than the whole world to one woman, or one
woman worth more than life itself to one
man. I've learned this lesson better than
most men. It's the thing which has made
my birthdays blazes on a trail, the pas-ing
of each being just a lap farther toward
the place the woman I love is waiting.
"There's another tiling I've learned, that
someway or another I haven't made entire y
good. I can't understand how; but it's SO,
because I think Charlie has met somebody
that has taught her the inside of her own
heart, and yet she didn't tell me that it was
so, or, if so, who it was. Maybe she will
some day, and then you and I must find out
if lie's good enough for her. 1 asked her if
she had met such a man, and she didn't an
swer; but I knew by the way she held her
face against mine it was so. 1 asked her who
it was, and she shook her head. I asked her
it he'd ever said anything to her and she said
no, and she wasn't sure even that he loved
her enough to have ever said anything.
"1 thought at first I wouldn't write to
you, but would wait and tell you when you
came back. Then when I thought it' all
over I couldn't bear to see you coming home
with your eyes glad to take our Charlie into
your arms without knowing that old con
ditions were upset and can't be mended.
I'm making it plain so you can do as you
think best, either write and tell her you
know all about it ami that she's free, or wait
till you can talk to her.
"This is the longest letter I ever wrote.
Dick, and I've done it because I think so
much of you and of her and because it's a
nuxup that's got to be straightened out.
I How it'll end. tiu- Lord only knows!
"Been hearing whispers around Fez that
the pretender's army is coming this way.
Hope you and the Kaid don't get into trou
ble with them, because we want you both to
cine back. Reckon by this tune you've
learned to think a iieap of him. Took me .i
k>ng time to scratch through his shell .md
find out that inside of his stiff English ways
he all man. Give him my best.
" Yours oirow hilly,
"RoBEJti Marshall."
g!.l;< >RK Dick could finish reading it, the
Englishman had returned; but in the
overpowering rush of conflicting emotions
Whitney was unaware of his presence. He
stepped backward as though .lazed by a ter
nfic Wow, until, colliding with the rail of his
cot. In- sank down on it, staring absently at
tile and beneath his feet. Now that ichn
quishment had been thrust upon him, be
wondered whether or not Charlotte, his
playmate, his t.. ter sister, his sweetheart,
was more to him than he had thought, and in
a turmoil oJ mind reread the letter.
He wa live! No tie of honor bound him!
Hut de.pite the Consul's kindly word, he
tell as though he was cata t out ol the Marshall
family, which for so many years had claimed
him, and which be had claimed as hi. own.
Again staring at the tU-r, but l.H.kin^ into
dim past distance . another picture wa i vi v
ahzed to grow clear .uu\ distinct, the Car
den of Pate, a moonlit pergola, Margaret
Clarices face and a vague sometiiins of
yearning in her eve,, when she had turned
to him tor that final goodby. The very
warmth and oftnessof her breath, the odor
ot her hair, mingled with the less delicate
perfume of bulling magnolias and the
wafted scent of oriental perfumes fi
neighboring terraces! The soft splash of
waters, dropping like rain in fountain basins,
the call of night bin Is, and tened
sounds of ancient Fez mingling witl a tender
voice that had betrayed itseo in trie words,
"I should sorrow to know that the
longer held the must loyal gentleman I .
ever known"!
He was free! Free to go to her, when
gage of strength was over, and ask her
she meant! To ask her if she could be his
own! < Charlotte would be, aa she had al i
been, his sister.
He lifted himself to his feet, tfu
his head, and breathed the n |
into his lung-. He was like one from whose
shoulders a load had been lifted ami
way opened for easy travel
I-IE was aroused to a consciousa
surroundings by a sight of the X
distressed and inquiring face. It aO
back to him. — the night, the tent,
flicting armies, the barbaric land, and
little Engfisfa adventurer, who now. more
than ever, had become his friend. It w,
if trivial things past and gone, a I
this same little Englishman, an adora
of eye. a tenderness of speech, an
courtesy, and a marked delicacy i I
all bestowed upon his foster sister, recm
to him in a palpable summary i 4 explar...
He towered above the table, resting
weight on the knuckles of !■
thrusting his head forward toward his com
panion. "You! "he said. "Yon
The Kaid, as if accused of something un
merited or suddenly confronted by a fri
gone mad. leaped to his feet so abruptly
that his camp stool was thrown backward
beneath his cot.
"I? Good Heavens, Diek — cr — Captain
Whitney — what do you mean.- 1 " He
drawn himself to an involuntary attitn I
physical defense as if anticipating an attack
iroin the stalwart American, who was staring
at him with wide eye-, and close shot fi]
Quite slowly Whitney held the letter
toward him and said, "Read!"
•"PI IK Englishman took it unhi
x and. leaning over the table whet
candlelight shone strong, slowly
the homely words of I
Masked as he was in habitual res)
face broke into softened line
looked up his eyes were glad, yet sorrowful.
"Whitney." he faltered, "i"..
wish I were 'the man'! If I knew
true, all this out there." and
hand in an all embracing gesture I
outer armies of the night, "wool
nothing!" His fingers swept up to a fearless,
trembling gesture. "Only God
knows whether I am; but Una I say to you
who had the envied place, thai if I were,
neither King nor Sultan could take her from
I'lie bulldog defiance in his c< ochoioa was
almost like a challenge, and the American,
reading the hot love flaming thi
eyes, knew that he had told I
understood to the last sentiment why Char
lotte had chosen him a^ her "god of hi
The adventurer drew ; f antk ipat
ing a blow from the hand which was swifth
stretched across the table toward Ins own.
He was bewildered, dazed, and dumb m tins
unexpected manifestation of friendship. For
an instant he backed ofl until his tect i
m contact with the fallen campstool, and
then he halted with head thrust forward and
frowning brows endeavoring to interpret the
American's attitude. Little b) little he re
laxed as the unwavering hand, open and
congratulatory, steadily reached out
"Yon mean -" be said
"Thai it 1 could have m> wish, that .
whi( h i. closesi to my heart. I could
nothing more than this!"
There was sincerity m the voice. There
was sincerity in the <-w-. There v\a-> sin
cerity in the open hand, still outbeld to •
his own. Aim.. | a it doubting thai an]
man in such circumstances could horn
wish him so great a happiness, he stepped
forward, hi-, teet dragging in the sand, and.
wit h i toe la ; X .ok to rr.t himself, cb
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Por an instant they stood dumb, and then.
as it the contact of flesh against flesh
had brought with it understanding, walked
around to the end the table and Stood
more closely together.
"1 well, somehow, I can'l talk about it
now. I'm afraid afraid you wouldn't tin
derstand," the American stammered: "but,
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