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HE special ammunition and war
supplies of Dawsbergen’s troops
had been pretty well demol
ished by the mysterious aviator who
had come in the dark, bringing death
to hundreds of soldiers, and had as
silently departed, whence, no one
Knew,
The scene at the balloon court was
Indescribable. In the gray of the
early dawn it seemed a mass of tan
gled wreckage, with here and there a
dead body pinned under the heap of
charred and burned material. The
ories of the wounded wera kspt up
unceasingly, and it was impossible to
care for them properly, for no accom
modations could he had at short no
tice for so large a number, and, be
sides, the dead and dyving far out
numberel those who were still nllvn;
at the balloon quarters. The thing to
be done was to notify headquarters
as soon as possible of the terrible ca
tastrophe, and, aside from the great
personal loss, there was still the stag
gering blow to the Dawshergen army
to be withetood. What, if by a ruse,
u single night's work, one man should
have so weakened the Dawsbergen
troops that nothing seave surrender
stared them in the face? Anything
better than that surely.
As soon as it could be managed, the
telegraph wires were tapped and a
message sent through to headquar
ters. The confusion that reigned at
camp at the terrible news could
hardly ‘be controlled, and for a time
there was not even an attempt at or
der. The blow to the commander-in
chief was staggering. Safe In the be
lief that his army was well nigh im
pregnable and that the struggle bhee
tween the two countries could termi.
nate in no other way than in a com
plete victory for Dawsbergen, or at
least an easy compromise, he had
planned his campaign accordingly.
There had been no hurried attacks,
10 taking of the enemy unaware, no
loss of life nor wreckage of war ma
terials, save in the lght skirmishes
that always take place in every battle
while more serfous warfare is under
project. He had proceeded in a calm
and orderly way, and the news of the
terrible loss and the critical position
of his troops for a time almos® un
manned him,
A Problem,
While hurried preparations were
going on outside ha gat alone in hia
tent revolving the problem in his
mind and trying to decide upon the
g
best plan to pursue. What they need- |
ed above everything else was time, |
and yet there was no time to he lost,
Troops had been hastily dlspatched to
the wrecked encampment, and at
what was left of the balloon court, to
bring whatever order there was pos
sible out of the ruin and dc-nn'm't!nn'
there and to care for the dead and the
dving. But the man who had wrought !
all the ruin was s#ill at large, nn-‘
irmed. and unless they could can
ture him there was little hope that
anything could be done to save the |
Dawsbergen troops from an ignomin
ious defeat
The General touched a bell on the
table beside him and immediately an
orderly appeared in the doorway,
“Send an order to the &viation
grounds for volunteers to assemble,
Marshall,” he said sternly.
“Here, sir?"’ said the man, his hand
raised in salute, I
“No, I'll. he down there directly.”
The orderly disappeared, and in a
few minutes a crowd of the best avi
ators in Dawshergen had assembled
and were eagerly discussing the uiti
mate result of the now one-sided bat
tle. At least, it certainly seemed one
sided, was the general comment
There was hardly a doubt but what
Bergstern would seize the chance of
their crippled condition and attack st
once, and then there was the aviator
still at large and liable to do any
amount of damage any minute.
George Modzel, strapping on his cap
in his tent. had heen ane of the last
to he notified, and as he hurried onut
to the field he had but one hope in his
heart—that if any mission of trust
was to be given out it would be his
privilege to do something for Dawse
hergen. And as he shw the crowd »f
excited men, all eager and wiling o
pledge their lives in a cause, no mat
ter how hazardous, if 1t would (n
any way enefit the country that was
now in such dire straits, he wished
somehow that he ad sométhing to
his credit, something that would mark
him as a little different from the oth
ers, romething that would give him
the right to claim the cause as hils
It was the longing of the soldier for
action, the thirst of a brave man to
be in at the finlsh
The genera! addressed the men
S=iefly, and. Indeed they needed no
rpoken explanation to tell them of
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their veril. It wag evident to every
man there tnat something must be
done, and that quickiv. And everyone
wasg on the alert to be the man chosen
to carry out and orders that the gen
eral might think necessary There
was one chance ina million for George
Modze! to be chosen out of the volun
teers, but Fate was on his side and
was willing and determined to help
him win.
The One Man,
“And now.” concluded the general,
“Dawsbergen needs the help of a
brave map. Bergstern, through the
hands of one man, has dealt us a blow
from which we can never entirely re
cover. 1 am going to send one man-—-
and he must be a courageous man—"'o
‘cupture this death-dealing aviator. In
this way, and in no other, can we
lhnpo to show Bergstern that we meat
her on equal ground, We have maiy
brave men in Dawsbergen, but to be
a brave man and a competent aviator
means a great deal. 1 ask you now
for volunteers. Which one of you
would care to take the risk for Daws.
bereen?”
“I would!” shouted a voice. “I
would!” shouted another, and in a
second every aviator in the court had
stepped forward and signified his wili
ingness, nay eagerness, to depart im
mediately on the missfon, no matter
how dangerous.
“Lieutenant Modzel,” said the gen
eral, something in the savage light on
the young man's face catching his
attention, “you look as if you would
stop at nothing to help us in this aw.
ful plight. 1 will intrust you with
this miselon.” And then as the other
men fell back, signs of disappeint-*
ment on each and every face, he de
livered his instructions hastily to the
young man so that there might be no
delay in setting forth, |
“(yet on his trail somehow,” were
his last woras, “"and remember that
we are desperate, If he shows signs
of ight, shoot to kill. We must have
him at all costs; it is our only chance,
Thank God, that we have at least
the advantage where aviation is con
cerned'"”
In an incredibly short space of time
everything was in readiness, The
largest and most powerful aeropiane
in the court was run out on the field,
and, with an easy ascent, George
Modzel was on his way to bring glory
to the name of Dawsbergen in the
capture of Bergstern's death-dealing
aviator. Only war itself could have
made such a thing possible, but sure-
Iy 1t was Fate who so pulled the wires
that Adolph Hardy was being tracked
down llke an animal by his best
friend, the brother of the girl he loved
petter than anything on earth,
(Chapter Five To-morrow.)
G;-to-Date Jokes ”
The dinner hour over, the work
men returned to their work-—that is
to =ay, to the flerce political discus
sion which the dinner hour had--for
tunately, perhaps--interrupted,
But proceedings soon reached a
deadlock-——an ominous, interesting
deadlock. The arguments on both
sides seemed exhausted, and nobody's
convictions had changed.
Then one of the men turned to a
mate who had been silent throughout
the debate,
“Ere, Joe,” he msaid, ‘you're protty
good at argyment. Wot's your opin
fon ¥
"l ain't going to glve no opinion,”
replied Joe. ‘‘Me and Jim Greon
thrashed out that matter last week."”
“Ah!" said the other man, artfully.
“And what did vou arrive at?"
“Arrive at, indeed!” There was
Litterness and contempt in Joe's grutf
voice. “Jim-—'e arrived at the 'ospi
tal, and I—well, T arrived at the per
lice station!”
~ Mr. Livermore had been ordered
“horse exercise” by his medical man,
\;md so hought a horse and engaged
a boy to look after it.
Behold him, at 7:30 a. m., arrayed
in a lovely new pair of riding
breeches, top boots, spurs, a terrify
ing looking whip—which he had not
the remotest idea how to use-—-and all
the rest of the paraphernalia.
It was a bhright morning, and old
Livermore felt quite like a cinema
broncho buster as he called for his
horse to be brought around. That was
the first hitch in the proceedings, for
no horse or boy appeared,
A moment later he stumped round
to the stable, where, after a diligent
search, he discovered the newly en
gaged boy asleep in his bed in the
Urness room.
i “What do you mean, vou vyoung
{ scoundre!l, by bheing asleep at this
hour? What do you mean, 1 say?”
l ‘l'm doin' what you told me to do,
in‘. course!” answered the youth,
“Ining what I told you! What do
’_\4-:1 mean, | say?”’
“Well, vou told me you wanted me
‘ sicep ot the premises, and I'm
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embroldered In crystal covers the
charmeuse skirt almost to the ankle;
above this is a full pannier draping
of the tulle. A deep fringe of crystal
beads runs round the corsage, while
the quantity of hanging tulle which
forms the sleeve is gathered into a
tassel of the same,
Advice to the
| .ovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
YOU SHOULD BE PLEASED.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am 21, and during the past
two years have been LKeeping
steady company with a young
man one year my senfor. We love
each other dearly and never had a
quarrel together, excepting that
every time he sees me he requests
that 1 name the night when I
shall see him next. He thinks |t
{s my place and 1 think it is his.
He says it is mine because he
does not know what nights I can
see him, w L DT
He shows both a desire to be in
your company and a consideration of
vour wishes. Don't quarrel over that,
Rather bLe glad he is as he is.
MAKE YOUR CHOICE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am going with a girl friend,
and she introduced me to her gen
tleman friend and he is giving me
a whole lot of his attention, which
my «ir! friend resents. 1 think a
whole lot of her and would not
cause her any worry or disap
pointment TROUBLED.
If giving up the young man means
eiving up your chance at love, don't
do it if"vou think his attentions
mean on'y a passing Interest, refuse
them rather than offend your girl
friend. The tried and true friendship
of a girl friend is too valuable to ve
thrown lightly away.
IN BEGINNING A LETTER.
Dear Misgs Falirfax:
Kindly give the correct capital
ization of “dear friend,” in letter
writing, also “My dear John."
A READER,
The first word with a capital, In
three words. as “My dear Friend,
the second with small letter; the third
with or without capital. It is a mat
ter of taste, the better authorities
favoring it written so: “My dear
friend."”
- Your “My dear John" {s correct.
DON'T CRITICISE; ACT.
Dear Mliss Fairfax:
1 have been engaged to a young
man for a year. Recently, upon
meeting an old friend of his, he
took her home., He also goes to
dances, etc, without me.
ANXIOUS.
1f vou show your displeasure, he
will regard it as unreasonable fjeal
ousy ard will persist in his conduct
‘.\‘umms» you invite other young mer
up. and occasionally go out with one
of them,
MAID OR MATRON.
Dear Mise Fairfax:
A says that a maid of honor
must be a married woman.
B says that she could be elther,
but is usually a young girl
Please tell me who is right,
SELMA
When unmarried she ig called a
ma!d of honor. llf married, the one
filllng that position i{s2 called the ma-
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Tabloid Tales
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
HY, Mother, do you contend
\;\/ that odd numbers are un
lucky when referring to chil
dren?
Because, Child, when a man and
wife get a dlvorce an even number of
children is easler to divide.
What, Mother, is meant by having
a snap?
It is something, Child, that no one
really has but children. Their moth
ers take care of them and their fa
thers pay the bills. They never have
a smap again.
1s life pleasanter in any way,
Mother dear, than {t was a generation
ago?
Yes, dear, in one particular. One
of the joys of life to-day is that
everyone in the house isn't scared to
death every evening by father grum
bling because he can’'t find the boot
jack, .
What, Mother Mine, is meant by
“Abandoned sacrament of love?" ‘
It is the women's magazine way of
saying that a man forgot, when‘
starting off to work in the morning,
to kiss his wife, l
It would be Interesting to know,
Mothrer, what it is in life that hurts
a man the most!
~__Hush, Child, vour father may hear:
‘There is nothing that hurts a man as
‘much as to be Interrupted before he
!has had time to finish a scolding.
l Why, Mother, are there no longer
any to-called inspiring death-bed
scenes”?
Because, ('hild, it is impossible to
associate inspiration with a death bed
that becomes a bookcase or a cabinet
organ when folded up.
What, Mother, is the reward that
causes all men to long to be promi
nent?
The reward, Daughter, is that when
a man s prominent all the book
agents call on him
Clever Kid.
Little Frank, yellow of hair and blue
of eves, was the apple of his father's
eye.
One sunny afternoon, when all was
drowsily peaceful, a rough-l2oking in
dividual seized little Frankie by the
halr
‘* 'Fre, nipper, where's yer muvver?’
“Out!’” gasped the frightened kid.
“"Well, then, look ‘ere, if ver don't tell
me where ver old man keeps his money
I'll give you beans, an' after that I'll
eat yer.'
*‘Oh, please let go my hair,”” whim
pered Fg'ankle "(’ou'n find all the
money we've got {n an old walstcoat in
the kitchen.'
Three-no two-—minutes later a bat
tered individual came headlong and with
force through the door of Frankie's
house He landed in the ditch, hic locks
clinging to the hedgerow. Little Frank
je's blue eyes surveyed him over the
garden gate,
! “Mighty smart kid, ain't yer?' sald
the bruised one. ‘‘Never sald a word
I:lt:ml yer old man being In that wes-
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Hints for the
Household
If silver is to be stored away for
some’ time pack it with dry flour. It
will remain untarnished.
When making coffee sprinkle a little
salt on the coffee before pouring on
boiling water, and the flavor will be
wonderfully improved.
To keep cheese for some time, and
prevent it becoming moldy or dry, wrap
it up in a cloth damped with vinegar
and keep it in a dish.
To prevent the skin from discoloring
after a fall or blow, take a little dry‘
starch, molsten it with cold water and
lay it on the injured part.
B .
If lowers have come by post they will
freshen up wonderfully if their stems
are placed in hot water for a little
while before arranging them in vases.‘\
Before eating an orange, soak it in
hot water for half an hour. The skin
will loosen and come off easily, and the
orange will be as sweet as if {reshxyl‘
picked. ‘
To remove labels from bottles, wet‘
the label with water and hold it over
a flame for a second or two. The steam
quickly penetrates the label and softens
the gum or paste,
To clean sultanas quickly, place the
fruit in a floured cloth., Tle the ends
of the cloth and shake well for five min
utes. The stalks will fall off and the
fruit will be clean for using.
If, when making boiled starch, a plece
of soap is left in, 1t will be found dur
ing the ironing process that not only
will the iron slip along easily, but a
beauntiful glossy effect will be pro
duced.
Boiled polatoes make an excellent
substitute for soap when the hands
have become blackened by contact with
pots and pans. Rub a little potato well
into the hands and wash in warm
water,
i The most difficult of all stains to take
out are those made by coffee. With
if‘are. however, the staln can be re
moved from the most delicate silk or
woolen fabrics. Rub the mark gently
with a lttle pure glycerine, then rinse
it in lukewarm water, lay a cloth over
the damp part on the wrong side, and
press with a cool {ron until dry. Do not
'wet more of the material than is abso
lutely necessary.
~ Flowers keep beiter in damp sand
‘than in water. Flowers for the table
‘may be more gracefully and firmly ar
ranged in & jar of wet sand than in a
foundation of moss.
| To remove bloodstains, soak the arti
cle in cold water tp which ammonia
lhn been added: wash in warm water
with naphtha soap.
Seeking a Hus
band
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
66 \H, yves, I think I can do it now.
O You mean this way,” and I
stepped back and did a few
steps of the very latest dance inno
vation by myseif.
“Exactly; shall we try it?” And
then the next minute I was back in
the arms of my dancing teacher,
swaying back and forth in a wonder
ful new interpretation of the hesita
tion waltz.
“You're not tired, are you?” he said,
looking down at me.
“1 should say not,” I returned, ab
«olutely oblivious of the fact that I
was paying a perfectly good $5 for
every half hour of being swung
across the floor., And then I sighed.
“Really,” I said despairingly, “I sup
pose it's awfully foolish to come over
here and dance. I've never known any
one who could dance this way at a
single place I've been this winter.”
He laughed. “It's all in getting
used to a person’s lead, and then, of
course, most of the men haven't the
time to practice up fancy steps. You
dance wonderfully well, yourself.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said. “That IS
a compliment from one's dancing
master.” And then we stopped, and
I had to give him up to a very fat
young person who had been obvious
ly waiting for him ever since she
came in.
“I'ma not going to dance with any
one else,” 1 said to Betty, who had
come up with me. “He's the best
~dancer here, and by far the best look
ing, and you can see that everyone
else seemsS to be of the same
opinion.”
Betty looked at him critically. He
was good looking, but he wasn’t hav
ing the best time in the world with
the stout young person he was dan
cing with,
“Do you &are to try this?” sald a
voice at my side, and 1 turned my
head and lcoked at the man who was
asking me to dance. He was short
and not a bit good looking, and I
| wasn't a bit crazy about dancing
| with him,
1 don't thintk =0 7 ssid. . ‘l've
been dancing and I think I'll wait a
| foww minutes.”
Her Ring.,
Betty laughed, and then looked at
me out of the corner of her eye. *“I
think he likes you pretty well,” she
sald finally. “He keeps looking over
here every few minutes. Oh, here he
comes again. Say, Peg, Where did
you get that stunning ring you are
wearing?”
I colored guiltily, Here 1 was
about to carry on a flirtation with a
good looking dancing master, and T
was - wearing Dick’'s ring, but I
didn't have time to do much explain
ing to Betty, because he was smiling
down at me and asking me if 1 yere
ready to start again. He helmeP
very close, I thought, as we swung
into the waltz, but then perhaps [
was just imagining things,
“Tt fsn't all fun, teaching the new
dances, i 8 it?” I queried, thinking of
the stout person who had taken him
away from me, and who was now
resigned to the commonplace llttle
man with glasses who had asked me
to dance before,
' “No, but we frequently break
'away, and do as we like,”” he an
swered, drawing me cloger, “as I am
idoing at this present moment.”
Dick's ring flashed all sorts of
things as if in warning, but I couldn’t
help saying:
“Did you enjoy your last pupil?”
He threw back his head and laugh
ed. “You see, she comes here every
morning.” he explained, “and she al
ways refuses to dance with anyone
until I have had her out once, You
are coming up again, aren't you?
Really, vou need another lesson on
that outward dip.” And then I looked
up at him quickly and we both
laughed. *“You will, won't you?"
“Oh, I think sO,” 1 said carelessly.
'And then I looked back when we
reached the door. and he was watch
ing from the other side of the room.
“Isn't he adorable?” I said to Bet
ty. “Let's come up to-morrow, and
you take a lesson, too.” 3
“All right,” sald Betty, falling in
with the plan beautifully. “And Peg,
I wonder if we couldn't have him
down some night to teach a crowd of
lus the new steps?”
“1 should think it would be great,”
I agreed. ‘“Anyway, I'm not actually
engaged to Dick, even if 1 d¢ hap
pen to be wearing s ring.”
Far More Practical.
“Never did see such a boy,"” remarked
Mrs. Puttifer over the backyard fence,
referring to Master Puttifer, who was
nestling against the dust bin writing on
his school slate,
"\\'nnderfu? hoy for writin',” agreed
her neighbor
“Never '‘appy without 'ls slate,” de
clared Mrs. Puttifer, “Writes beautiful
poetry and all sorts o' things. What
was that little bit you wrote afore
breakfast vesterday, ‘Erbert?”
“You should never point a gun
At any little boy in fun,
‘(“os lots of people what are dead
Have died of bullets In the head,”
piped the prodigy.
“well, T never!” came from the lady
next door: “E's a second Shakespeare,
only better. You'll 'ave to make a
poet of 'im, that's certain.' .
“I dunno,” replied Mrs. Puttifer, du
blously. “‘We've talked it over lots o
times, but, seein’ 'e’'s 8o fond of 'is
slate. 'is father's mind s set on put
tin’ ‘im in the coal business.”
Misunderstood.
Mr. Cyril Maude tells the following
story about his old friend, W_ 8. Pen
ley. Penley was stopping at a coun
try house in Brittany, and the morn
ing after his arrival, finding no look
ing-glass in his room, rang the bell
“Apportez-moi um cheval,” he sald
to the maid who answered it
The mald, choking with laughter
ran down to her master,
“Monsieur.,” she cried, “your friend
who arrived last night Isx mad He
has nothing on but hig dressing gown
and he asked me to bring him »
horse.”
The host ran up and asked Penley
what on earth he wanted a “cheval”
for.
| “Well,” was the reply, “we talk of
a cheval glass at home, don't we? |
thought a ‘cheval’ wax the French
word for mirror”
Interesting Installment of Hall Caine's Great Nove],
“The Woman Thou Gavest Me.” '
The Woman Thou Gavest Me
By HALL CAINE.
Copyright, 1912, by Hearst's Magazine.
Copyright, 1913, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great sritain. Copyright,
1913, by J. B, Lippincott Company.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Eighty-first Chapter—Continued.
August 7—l have made up my mind
to write to Martin. One can say
things so much easier in a letter -1
can, anyway. Even my voice affects
me—swelling and falling when I am
nioved, like a billow on the ocean.
1 find my writing can not any long
er be done in a sitting position in bed,
but I can prop my book on my breast
and write lying down,
Mary O’Neal’s Letter to Martin
Conrad.
August 9th, 6 a. m.
| l\gy Own Darling—Strengthen your
self for what lam going to say. 1t
will be very hard for you—l know
tkat, dear. i
To-morrow we were to have gone
to the High Bailiff; this day week we
were to have sailed for Sydney, and
two months hence we were to have
reached Winter Quarters.
But T can not go with you to the
High Bailiff's; T can not go with you
to Sydney; T can not go with you to
Winter Quarters; I can not go any
where from here. It is impossible,
aquite impossible.
1 have loved to much, dear, so the
power of life is burnt out from me.
My great love—love for my mother,
for my darling baby, and above all
for vou——has consumed me, and I can
1 not live much longer.
Forgive me for mot telling you this
before—for deceiving you by saying
that I was getting better and grow
ing stronger when I knew I was not. T
used to think it was cowardice which
kept me from telling you the truth,
but I see now that it was love, too.
1 was so greedy of the happiness 1
rave had since I came to this house
of love that I could not reconcile my
self to the loss of it. You will try to
understand that (won’t you, dear?),
and so forgive me for keeping you in
the dark down to the very last mo
ment.
This will be a great grief to you. 1
would die with a glad heart to save
you a moment's pain, yet I could not
die at ease if I did not think you
would miss me and grieve for me. I
ke to think that in the time to come
people will say, “Once he loved Mary
O'Neill, and now there is no other
woman in the world for him.” 1
should not bhe a woman if 1 did not
feel like that—should I?
But don’'t grieve too much, dearest.
Only think! If T had been strong and
Lad years and years still to live, what
la life would have been before me
before both of us. .
We couldn’t have lived apart, could
we? And if we had married I should
never have been able to shake off the
thought that the world, which would
always be opening i{ts arms to you,
did not want me. That would be so,
wouldn’t it—after all I have gone
through? The world never forgives a
woman for the injuries it inflicts on
her herself, and T have had too many
wounds, darling, to stand by your sidc
and be any help to vou.
Go on with your great work, dear
est. Don't let it flag from any cold
feeling that I am lost to you. When
ever you think of me, say to yoursell,
“Mary is here; love Is stronger than
dex;llh: many waters can not quench
1t
Do you ever read Browning? 1
have been doing so the last few days,
nurse (she is quite a thoughtful wom
an) having lent me his last volume.
When [ read the last lines of what is
said to have been his last poem 1
thought of you, dear:
“No, at noonday In the bustle of man's
work-time,
Great the unseen with a cheer!
Bid him forward, breast and back as
either should be,
‘Strive and thrive!’ Cry ‘Speed—fight
on, fare ever
There as here!’" )
I 2m going to get up again to-day,
dear, having something to do that i
just a little important—to glve you
this manuseript book, in which I have
been writing every day (or rather
every nlght) since you found me in
London.
You will see what it is, and why it
was written, =o I'll say ho more on
that subject.
I em afrald yvou'll find it very ego
tistical, being malnly about myseif;
but I seem to Lave heen looking into
my soul all the time, and when one
does that, and gets down to the deeg
places, one meets all other souls
there, 8o perhaps | huve heen writing
the lives of some women s well,
I once thought | could write u rea!
book (you'll mee what valn and foolish
things | thought, especlally In iy
darker moments) to show whaut n
woman's Hfe may be when, from uny
cause whatgoever, she s dended i
IT'S GOODBYE
o
gv\“ Ql:;:rvv —
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best for herself and her children.
There is a dream lying somewhere
there, dear, which is stirring the
slumber of mankind, but the awak.
ening will not be in my time certain.
ly, and perhaps nol even in Girlie's.
And vet, why not?
Do yvou know, dearest, what it was
in vour wonderful book which thrilled
me most? It was your description of
the giant iceberg vou passed in tha
Antarctic Ocean—five hundred faet
above the surface of the sea and
therefore flve hundred below it, going
steadilv on and on, against all the
force of tempestuous wind and wave,
by power of thercurrent, underneath,
Isn't the movement of all great
things in life like that, dearest? So
perhaps the world will be a better
place for Girlie than it has been for
me. And in any case, I shall always
feel that, after all, and in spite of
everything, it has been glorious to bs
a woman.
- L -
And now, my. own darling, though
we are only to be separated for a lit
‘tle while, I want to write what I
'should like to say when I part from
vou to-morrow if I did not know that
isomethlng in my throat would choke
me, .
T want to tell you again that T love
| you dearly; that I have never loved
anybody but you, and that no mar
riage vows will keep me from loving
you to the last.
1 want to thank you for the great,
great love you have given me in re
turn—all the way back from the time
when I was a child. Oh, my dearest,
may God forever bless you for the
sunshine you have brought into mv
lllfe—ovm‘_\' single day of it, joyful
days and sorrowful ones, bright davs
and dark, but all shining with the
glory of your love.
To Pe Crantinind To-morrow.
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