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the same time my trustee robbed me
of my fortune. That was why she
was false. If it had been love for him
I could have forgotten. So I disap
peared from my world and chose this
one. Now run away to your friends,
little girl, and play," he sneered bru
tally. He might as well have sneered at
)W one of tne patient cattle for all the
"And you think that you are free?"
she asked. "You have no sense of
law, of citizenship, of public duty?"
"Hardly," he said, scoffing. "Yes,
we are free equally, you in your gild
ed luxury and I in my comradeship
with the outcasts of the world."
"t free?" she cried, beginning to
laugh. He heard the catch in her
throat and his eyes softened momen
tarily. "Listen, then. We shall never
meet again and I can tell you what I
cannot tell anybody else". My father
is many times a millionaire."
"Yes, that can be seen," he said,
looking at her dress, her jewels. He
saw the flush creep up under her
skin. His penetrating glance seemed
to dissect her.
"You know the lives of us wom
en?" she asked. "Or you have read
of them, at any rate. And what one
reads' is underestimated, not exagger
ated. I have never" had a moment's
freedom in my life, not since I was
a little girl, playing with my dolls.
"At school I was smothered with
attentions. At home I was suffocated
with nurses, companions I hated,
chosen for tlieir wealth and rank.
Later I was decked out, sent to a
finishing school, all my nature
cramped and hardened by luxury and
convention. And I always longed for
"Do you know what we women
have to look forward to? Marriage.
That '"s all. And we are not free to
choose. My father is not unkind to
me, but he understands nothing. It is
not he who traded me, but conven
tion again. It is the pressure of cir
cumstances, of environment, more
terrible than physical force. So I am
traded for the coronet of a viscounty
That is why I am going to England
to. marry him. And if I could be a'
man and free as you are free, then
only could I begin to live. Good-by."r
She turned away hurriedly and he'
saw the tears streaming down hen
cheeks. He made no effort to follows
her, but stood watching her, like a
man in a dream.
He dreamed of her during the long-x
night, when the cattle ship pitched?
and tossed heavily in the trough of
the channel and the blinding fog
came down. The timbers of the old.
ship groaned as the waves buffeted
her. At his post the captain strained
to catch sight of the Foreland lights..
Suddenly, with a crash that sent
every timber jarring, the liner
stopped, shivered and keeled over.
The shoqk sent the cattlemen flying,
from their bunks. They rushed out
into the open space between the,
pens. From the upper deck came
cries and the sound of -seamen run
ning. Women began to scream.
Through the haze loomed up the
squat form of a collier.
There was no possibility of mistak
ing what had happened. The liner
had struck the collier while rushing
at full speed through the fog, not
with her bow, but amidships, a glanc
ing blow which had ripped her outer
sheath nearly halfway from the bow.
She was keeling lower she would go
under within a few minutes. There4
were no water-tight partitions on the
old ship, and if there had been they
would have been of little aid in suclr?
After the first confusion the cattle
men gathered between decks and
waited. Outcasts as these men weret;
they Jiad the discipline of the sea. '
They did not know that Mayne was
lying unconscious upon the fo'c'stle.
floor, where he had been flung by thQ
shock. They waited quietly enough.
listening to racket overhead. The sea-,
men were trying to lower the boatsr
But those on the port side were near,4