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you!" he whimpered. "My life's
yours. Why didn't you shoot? Why
didn't you? I'm going "
He stepped out through the win
dows. He was going away. Freman
tle had won; he hacL.refused to shoot
when he could have'killed him.
Doubtless he meant to make the
most of his triumph, and life meant
more to him under the circumstances
than it would if he were a murderer
and a fugitive.
At the edge of the lawn Munson
hesitated and looked back. Freman
tle was still in the library. He stood
beneath the light of the electric bulb.
He had wrapped a handkerchief
about his hand and laid the pistol
away. As Munson watched him he
saw the door open and his wife ap
pear upon the threshold.
Munson had never spied upon his
wife, but at the sight of her a mad
ness rose in his brain. Fremantle
would tell her of his triumph. A love
scene was imminent. Why should he
not kill them both?
He acted upon the thought. He
crept toward the window again, halt
ing in the shadow of a tall cypress
outside. As he did so he saw the pis
tol that Fremantle had laid down. It
lay hidden from his wife's view, but
plain in Munson's sight, behind a pile
of books upon the library table. And
Munson remembered that it had not
His hand went out toward it, but
was arrested by his wife's words.
"Where's Jim?" she asked.
"I think he has stepped outside,"
said Fremantle, unconcernedly.
Edith Munson hesitated, looked at
Fremantle. Then she put her hands
to her face and began to sob softly.
"I can't bear it any longer," she
said. "Harry, .it has failed. He
doesn't care for me. You can't win
love by any such trick as that. He is
tired of me, Harry."
"No," said Fremantle, bravely. 'It
was a misunderstanding on both
She looked up quickly. "You have
been talking with him!" she cried.
"How do you know that? How do
Fremantle stood before her. "Ed
ith," he said, "tell me one thing: Do
you love your husband?"
"With all my heart and soul," she,
.The fingers of the man outside,
which were groping for the pistol,
fell as if palsied to his side. He
shrank back from the window as
Fremantle came out. Fremantle
turned, and their eyes met
"Harry!" Jim Munson began.
"Go to her," said Fremantle, see
ing that he had overheard.
"Harry, I wronged you. Will you
forgive? A man doesn't often have
such a friend, and to wrong him "
Their hands met "Go to her,"
Fremantle answered, and strode
swiftly across the lawn in the direc
tion of the railroad station.
A WOMAN'S WAY
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John, I followed your orders about
planting the new treesiJSggiapart I
had the gardener p-antxwo of them
in our front yard and the other eight
in the yard next door.,
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