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smelled whisky on his breath
"I'm rich now and there ain't ho
reason why you and me shouldn't
come to an understanding. We
can fix it some way so that it's
look respectable, and that's all
that counts. Give me a kiss, kid,
for I love you just the same "
How She got out of that room
she did not know. She remem
bered afterward pushing the man
from her and feeling blindly for
the door. Then the screen fell as
Tom tried to intercept her, and
Sheila found the door handle and
tore herself from his grasp upon
her dress and ran. She heard men
shouting after her. But she was
in the street now, and running as
if for dear life, and never looking
back. She ran with all her power.
Men turned to stare at the strange
figure, racing along Third ave
nue; somebody was chasing her
again, too, for she heard his foot
steps following swiftly behind
her. She reached the corner of
the block and turned into a broad
side street, and paused, panting.
Thenehind her, she heard those
same footsteps. Someone was
calling her name. She hastened
on again in terror. It must be
Tom, or one of his men. What
would they do to her? She saw
a park in front of her now, with
leafy trees and a fountain play
ing, and it seemed to be a haven
of refuge to her. She sank into a
seat and hid her face in her hands.
No one molested her; the unfor
tunates upon the benches were
immersed in their own troubles.
A passing policeman saw the
pretty girl who seemed to be in j
distress and thought of speaking,'
to her. But just then he perceiv-'
ed his roundsman in the distance.,
and straightened himself and
passed on, mentally resolved how-,
ever, to go back as soon as thej
roundsman passed. And Sheila,
under the tree, was crying her"
It was not for love of Tom
She vas sensible enough to rec
ognize that she had largely ideal-"
ized him during those ten years-,
of absence. She recalled now a
number of little traits in Tom
which had at first been repugnant l
to her. She had not wanted to'
marry Tom once the first time
he asked her. It was his suppos-T
ed misfortune that had aroused !
all the motherliness in her heart f
for him; and, in this, and out of
her pity, her love had grown 9
No, it was not wronged love,
but shame and wounded, pride.
That was what stung her. She a
had left Ireland to run after aJ
man who had deceived her for
eight years arid held' her in a bond "
which he himself had broken. r
that insufferable proposal to her! '
She raised her head and dabbed J
her handkerchief to her eyes. She
was no longer so miserable. She
was glad, now, that she had made
the voyage, for it had made many
things clear. Well, she would go
back by the next boat.
A man was leaning over the ".
back of the seat. "Sheila!" he l
whispered. She started round. It
was Phil Druce!
If a miracle had occurred sh