sweredv "The mental picture will not!
remain when once it -can be trans
lated. Besides, you may have cqach
ed him in -his own language."
For months the,' discussion contin
ued, and all this time Andrews stayed,
away from Catherine. He had to
clear himself, to he restored to his
world again. He lived In a little cot
tage in Maine, almost alone( and
thought, ceaselessly. Some way must
exist, some way. , How could
he prove that he had not slain Sco
ville? This question recurred perpet
ually, and.there was no answer.
" The, Eskimo boy was being edu
cated at a public school, hut -his, evi
dence would be valueless. Already-he
was besieged with questions. He had
given twenty versions of the affair, as
those who asked him suggested. No
matter what he said, it would count
for nothing, -,
All the while Catherine Maynard
fought with her pride. She knew that
Andrews loved her but she could
never speak unless he told her. He
did not come, and at last love con
quered pride. She wrote to him.
Andrews had been upon the verge
of,-insanity when her letter arrived.
The long solitude and the reception
. after his return had almost unhingedN
his,mind. when he received Cather
ine's letter he had to make his de
cision:' Either to go back and face
Jus caluminatois or o go into exile.
He chose. He went back to, Catherine.
Wlien she saw him the memory of
. her letter still rankled in her breast
ghe had meant, woman-like, to be
cold to him, but; the sight of his worn
face and haggard look awoke all the
pity in her.
And Andrews, when he saw her,
forgot all the past in the happiness of
. that meeting.
"Catherine' he said, drawing her
into his arms, "I must tell you jiow. I
love "you. Will you, be the wife of a
discredited man, against whom the
charge of murder is spread?"
"Yes, dear," "she answered simply,
and raised her lips to his. p v
, That -was "the m?nner 6t Andrews'1
return o his world, and to his aston
ishment he found 'that all the doors
which had been closed against him
were open again. His enemies had
gone too far and had producedjAre
action in .his favor. ." "
Wanrtak-kw; the Eskimo or
John, as he -had come to be called,
could now speak English fairly well.
He 'was a frequent caller at'May
nard's home. -In spite of the "prof es-
sors, he was able to give a very clear
account of the accidenC which utter
ly banished all sh'adow of suspicion, if
such had ever existed, from the ad-miral's-mind.
r "John," said Catherine, "Lieuten
ant Andrews and I are going" to be
married." . . '
"Good,'.' grinned Mthe Eskimo. "In
my' country we give present- when
man get.married to woman "
"Why, I guess human nature is
pretty much the same up there,
dear.'said Andrews, laughing.
"All"" same," saW John. We give
present We no say what-present till
we give him." '
- They laughed heartily and An
drews slapped John onthe shoulder.
"John," he said, "what would you
like best in the world?" .
"Go home," said John, promptly.
"I know. You're goingJiome on the
missionary boat next year. "But next
"Besman," grinned John, as Cath
erine had coached him.
"He means he wants to be best
man at our wedding, dearest',"- she
confided. She had planned this little
surprise, and Bad told Andrews to
,ask the question of the l&kima.
"When, I am.hesmanri give 'pres
ent," said John mrrtcriii-sly. ,
Irrthe face of his approaching mar
riage the lieutenant's detractors were
silent The charges were now gen
erally disbelieved. "AndfeVs had al
ready recovered his nerves; Tie "was
his old self again.
"To, think, dearest, that tomorrow"
we shall begin our life h together!"
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