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THE NEW LIFE
By H. M. Egbert
All throueh the five vears of his
Is ' prison life John Dunton fought down
the bitterness in his heart which told
him that his wife was-responsible for
the tragic wreck which had come to
both of them.
A bank clerk, earning $30 a week,
Dunton had tried to "keep his front
up" in the gossipy little suburban
town. He had tried for Lola's sake.
Her father was the leading lawyer in
Taunton, and she had been reared
in every luxury. It was for her sake
that at last he had stolen money to
play the races.
During the first week of his im
prisonment his wife was too broken
to come near him. When at last she
came she whispered that which made
the imprisonment still more poignant.
A child was to be born to them.
i ijoia visitea mm at widening inter
vals, bo passed iour years. Noth
ing was ever said about the future
until a month before Dunton's impris
Then, to his surprise, the bank
president called on him. Mr. Gray
was a good man, kindly as he was
honorable and silent. Having vindi
cated the majesty of the law. he told
Dunton that his position would be
open to him when he returned.
"You have a good wife and a son,
Dunton," he said, grasping the con
vict by the hand. "Don't get any
foolish notions about making a frsh
start somewhere else, but come
straight home and live down your
past in a manly way among those
who know you."
Dunton was overwhelmed with hap
piness. He wrote to Lola, telling her
of the invitation.
A couple of weeks later Lola came
to the prison, and before she spoke a
word Dunton could see that the in
' "view was to be a painful one.
ibout your letter, John," said
"Yes," answered the convict, wait
ing. "It isn't that I don't want to take
you back," she cried. "I've suffered
enough these five years. But have
you thought of your son, John Have
you thought what it means to have
him grow up in a little town where
everyone will point his finger at him
and say, "That is the son of a con
vict?' Have you thought of that,
"Yes, I have thought of it during
all these miserable years." answered
"Have you thought of what It
Dunton. "And this is my plan. Lola.
Come out West with me, where no
one will know us, and we can start
the battle of life anew."
The wife averted her face. "The
battle of life!" she murmured. "0
heavens, haven't we both had battle
enough and to spare?"
"We can but try," said Dunton.
She flashed on him with spirit.