"No. I thought it best not to alarm
her," answered the other.
Van Trevor never came again
through the slow days of convales
cence. Evans' letters to Leila were
unanswered. Gradually a sickening
fear began to comer over the little
Welshman, a sense of some undefin
able tragedy. At last, when two
weeks had passed, he was permitted
to leave the hospital. He hurried to
the Van Trevor house. The butler
who opened the door, stood in his
"Mr. Van Trevor left a letter for
you, sir," he said, handing him a
The little Welshman opened it It
stated briefly that the work had come
to an end, and included a check for
Evans tore the check to pieces and
turned away from the house in blind
agony and rage.
The bungalows stood side by side
in their trim plots at the edge of the
shore. Near by, at the huge hotel,
where music and dancing, and the
mirth of holiday-makers. Many
couples, strolling along the road,
looked askance at the seedy little
man, with the bandage about his
head, who walked hurriedly toward
the bungalow at the end of the row.
In the shadow of a pine tree Evans
halted. The bungalow was ablaze
with lights. He heard the voices of
Van Trevor and his friends, and the
tittering laughter of his wife. Then
came a laugh that made him clutch
at his heart Leila's.
He crept forward. He saw the in
terior of the room now. Leila, at
tired in a sheer silken dress, her arms
bedecked with bracelets, a pendant
upon her neck, was leaning forward
in her chair, listening to a young man
who was apparently telling some
rather broad story for Mrs. Van Tre
vor's protesting titter rang out again,
and her husband's louder outburst
Then suddenly the little Welshman
seemed to become inspired with a
strong personality that had never
been his. He strode through the open
door into the living-room, and stood
there at the door.
He saw a look of fear in Van Trev
or's eyes, astonishment in the guests',
wonder in Leila's. The little, shabby
man suddenly dominated the situa
"Hugh!" exclaimed Leila, leaping
to her feet "You are ill! What is
"I have come to take you home,
dear," said Evans.
Mrs. Van Trevor advanced with
mincing steps. "This is Leila's hus
band," she explained to the group.
"He has been unwell, you know. Mr.
Evans, it would really have been more
seemly to have written."
"Come, dear," said Evans, taking
his wife's arm in his. In that mo
ment he saw all the struggle in the
girl's soul; the old love and the new
pleasures. It was a hard test for her,
beaten by the storms of uncertainty.
"Leila is certainly not going away
with you," exclaimed Elsie Van Trev
or angrily. "This is an outrage!
Leila, dear, we will protect you."
With a swift, passionate gesture
Evans tore the bracelets from Leila's
arms, the pendant from her neck, and
cast them down. And, while they
still stared at them, they were gone,
and Leila clung to her husband's
neck in the darkness.
"Hugh, dearest!" she wept. "What
was it? Why didn't you write? I
didn't know you had been ill. They
wanted me to get a divorce 0,
Hugh, if you hadn't come they would
have made me do anything any
thing. Keep me! Guard me! Never
leave me again!"
And in her husband's- clasp she felt
at last a safeguard against the dan
gers that had beset her, and knew
that thenceforward their real life
would be together.
There were only 354 days in the
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