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You have never encouraged me. Don’t think any more about it. please.” , Kathleen raised her face from the firelight.“ Her hand dropped on‘ the arm of the. néflt chair. “It is my fault,” quietly. “It is not,” he said, sharply. “Don’t talk like that. You have been good tome in your own kind way, but yen are that to every one. I love you because you could do nothing un- worthy, and that is why I shall al- ways love you. I would never have told you if things could have gone on; but I am not content.to be merely your friend. I must be your lover or nothing; therefore I go away. It is entirely my own fault. I have known for month: that this could only end disastrously for me, and now it has. I ought to have stopped it long ago, but I could not. I did not want to. I could not keep away from you, that was all. He hesitated, looked away, and then his eyes rested on her again. ‘ “You wonder I do not ask you to marry me? We have been dear friends. It would hurt, you to refuse. I have grieved you enough. Now— don’t—you—worry.” Kathleen rose suddenly and faced him. “I am going to tell you some- she repeated, .thing,” she said, hurriedly. “Don’t tell me it’s Boulton,” he begged, lightly. “I could not stand that. He’s not a fit man to lend books to. I hope it is not Boulton.” Kathleen smiled a faint protest. “There is no one else,” she said. Then she hesitated for a time, looked away from him and then brought her eyes back to his face and said ab- ruptly: “You do not know me at all. I am not what I have made you think me.” “How do you know what I think I have carefully refrained from feeding your vanity.” hands in his pockets and regarded her half-smilingly. “My only hope was in keeping you from realizing how much too good you were for me.” “I am not good. I am not true. I have deceived you from the first. Listen! I have known for a long time that you were—well, are-in love with me. You do not blame me for this result. You will presently. You have thought me natural and straight- forward. I have never been myself with you. I have been whatever I fancied you would like. From the day of our meeting I have donemy utmost to attract you, used every known means, and a few hitherto un- known. That is not meant to be flip- pant. I do not think I shall make jokes again. I neglected no opportu- nity wasted no time, but coolly studied my own powers of attraction with reference to your feelings, and laid my plans accordingly. I made you fall in love with me. You don’t be- lieve that? Let me tell you how.” “For Heaven’s sake, Kathleen, no!” he cried. “Stop! You shall not say these things. Of course I do not be- lieve you, but it hurts me to hear you. You are overwrought, excited. Come, sit down.” And taking her hand he tried to lead her to a chair. She drew her hand away, sharply. “I shall never see you 'again; I must tell you now,” she said,vharshly. “At first, you admired my beauty—you will not misunderstand. I did not make my face, nor have I lived up to it, and I made my person as attractive as possible, studied the effects of shades and poses; but that was the least of it. Any girl can do that. You have done me the honor to say that I am cleverer than most of the women you know. If so, I have used my ability to the utmost. I let you see me often, and wore what you liked best. It was a comparatively easy‘matter to find that out without asking you—’.’ “I seem to have been an easy sub- ject all around,” interrupted the man, with a short laugh. “But there was more necessary. I had to amuse you. I think I did so, for a time; but half the stories I told you of funny things that had hap- pened to me were inventions, and all redounded to my credit—that is, you thought me free from small vanities in that I could repeat uncomplimen tary things of myself. More, all that you considered bright in me, words and thoughts, I borrowed or stole from women or books you did not know. Then I allowed you to amuse me. I laughed at things I did not con- sider funny; and you got in the habit of keeping your best stories for me. That was the period of the affair when I let you find a book open on my table with this marked in it: “The pos— session of a similar sense of humor is a binding tie between a man and a woman,’ You were thoughtful for a time after that; I intended you should be.” “Oh, by Jove!” he ejaculated, sud- denly. Kathleen gazed unmovedly at the fire and continued: “I am naturally vigorous and inde- pendent, and prefer to help myself over fences; but you like effeminacy, some" one you can protect and take care of, so I reclined among cushions and drank tea and let you read poetry to ‘mc. I hate being read aloud to. I hate poetry. I was sympathetic, but I never really listened. The day you read Shelley’s ‘Indian 'Serenade’ three times over I went 'to sleep. You thought I was overcome with emotion. When you got me to memorize the ‘Intimations of Immortality’ because it was the poem of your inner life, 1 He stuck his ~— ‘3‘ .1/ .1 nearly gave up the whole affair. I think I have never been so bored. I know this is shameless, but I am dead to - crything now. There is ivorse to follow. I . “I played on your feelings in every way, fell into your moods, charmed you with seriousness after gayetyi confided imaginary troubles and head- aches so that you could console me. I have never had a headache in my life, and my real troubles have re- mained my own; but it aroused ten- der emotions within you to see me grieving, and I was base enough to simulate grief. There was nothing too low for me to do. I urged you to go to church, partly that you might see me as a worshiper, devout and earnest, partly because I felt that if I lost that everything would be gone. That much was natural. I disliked your theories, but there was no real desire to influence you for good. There: could not be when I was almost hope- less concerning myself. Besides, you are more religious than I. You have high ideals, and I only imbibed these enough to make you think that my views were as lofty as your own. Oh, it has been awful!” She hid her face in her hands and ended abruptly. “That is all.” A silence crept out of the embers into the shadows. The library walls *were taking a late afternoon tint. 'The man unconsciously took, up the 'book: he had given it to her a few months ago. She loved the poem, she had said. He opened it; the leaves were uncut. It was all true, then. With a quick shudder he walked to the end of the room and stood silent a long time. The girl leaned against the books at her back and waited. There was an expression of relief on her face fitting badly with the desperate look in her eyes. , “Why, Kathleen," he said, “you love me!” There was a sudden gleam of amusement on the girl’s face. “I know,” she answered. He laughed gladly. “You love me, you! Oh, Kathleen! It just occurred to me,” he went on, gayly; “youlove me. ’ Oh, you dear, dear girl! Are you sure? I never .imagined you cared in the least. Let’s be married tomorrow.” Kathleen shook her head. “You could never marry me now; I have made that impossible. There would always be my deceit between us, and the marriage would be a mock- ery. I remember reading somewhere that the Arabs can burn jewels so that they retain their color, shape, and all, but which when touched will fall into ashes. Don’t you see that is how we should be? When you begin to think of the means I have used to make you care for me you will hate me.” “Dou you think I care for that now? You love me, Kathleen, and I have just learned that you do. I can’t think of anything else. I expected to walk out of this room into outer dark~ ness, and here I am in heaven. I don’t care how I got here. You must marry me, you know. You cannot trifle with my affections that way. You have got my love, you need not have taken all the trouble you did, sweetheart. I loved you the moment I saw you and ever since—and now what are you go- ing to do about it? You cannot go about winning the afiections of guile- less youths and then casting them adrift. It’s not proper, Kathleen; it’s distinctly unchivalrous. \Vhat do you think about day after tomorrow? Oh, Kathleen, is it really true? How can you care for me? “You love me!” He went close to her, taking her face in his hands he looked tenderly at her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she said, chokingly: “You do not understand. I have been false. I have deceived you.” With a quick movement he took her in his arms. ' “Now listen, Kathleen,” he said, ve- hemently. “You may keep on deceiv- ing me that way the rest of your life, if you like. I like it. Every man likes it. Hundreds of women are doing the same thing all the time and will do soetill death releases them. Women will sacrifice themselves to men while the world wags; and when so clever a girl as you' condescends to eflface herself to the extent of letting me regulate her intellectual .and moral refreshment, there is a good lookout for connubial bliss. You will be a paragon of a wife. I see myself be- coming a pampered tyrant. There is onlyone thing I ask of you: Don’t let me behind the scenes; be as charming as you like, but keep the process out of sight. Besides, dear girl, don’t you think I know you? Why, I love you. You cannot analyze your own motives in the exhaustive and cold-blooded style of your remarks to me. People’s —especially feminine people’s—motives are always complex, and you are not in a fit state of mind to separate the good from the bad, or tell which pre- dominates. Don’t be so hard on your- self. I love you in spite of your liter- ary solecisms. Moreover, it was only my own stupidity after all. If I had been half as clever as you I should have known better how to win you. I ought to have fallen into your mood and consulted your feelings; but I was grossly selfish' and conceited. I. bored you with poetry and forgot to tell you I read you in every line of it. I was so taken up with loving you that I never thought how I was ap- pearing in your eyes. .You ought not to forgive me. And then, dear heart, I can understand what it must have cost you to tell me this. I recognize that you have suffered, and for me. I was not worth all that, dear; but could I love you less for the truth that made you speak? Would you love me less? You are my own, my life, my- self.” Katnleen clung to his arm. “You will help me,” she said, shame- facedly. “I must be different after this.” (If T are E V’E N iNG or Al n-r TE A-man’s life may be saved in many .. ways. 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It wasn’t such a bad place, either. but the landlord of the hotel told us that thieves were plenty. and if they were cornered they might stick their knives into people. Our room in the little tavern was a kind of a summer-house affair, out in the yard, with a door on each of t we sides, and was only a few feet up from the ground on a kind of platform veranda. We had several hundred dela'rs which we had collected, and the safest place we could put it was in our satchels in our room. “For a wonder the doors had locks on them, but the upper part of the door was made in Venetian shutter style, and a man with a very long arm could, by stretching, probably reach the lock. We weren’t very much afraid, and merely locked the doors without noticing the shutter part at all. Besides, it was dark when we went to bed, as we didn't want a light to attract the insects. We slept without disturbance until the first gray streaks of dawn, and then we were awakened by a queer noise at. the doors. 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I do not know what the thieves thought had happened to them, but they were caught, and as soon as we got the rope knotted we let go, and they discovered that they were tied together and there wasn’t any way for them to get away unless one of them pulled the other through the knothole, .so to speak. “Then it became funny, and we sat VI . there nearly splitting, but never mak- ing a sound. In a minute or two more we could see another hand coming through with a long ugly knife in it, trying to cut the rope holding the first hand, but we had drawn them far through, and the other hand could not reach. Of course we now expected to hear a yell, and some kicking and other disturbances, but the stoicism of the Indian was in them, and they never made a sound until the landlord himself spoke to them when he came to wake us up. ‘ , “That was two hours or more later, and We had in the meantime gone back to bed to finish our morning nap, trusting to luck that they would not get away. The landlord, when he dis- covered them, made more noise in a minute than all four of us had made since the act began, and when we got up it was to find our garden house surrounded by half the population of the town, and the two thieves stick- ing to our doors as if they had been nailed there and nobody able to get them loose.” MISSED HIS RECKONING. And Could Not Tell “(by People Refused to Play Cards With Him. The Pacific train was on its third day out when the man in the gray suit became restless. He walked up and down the car like a caged lion, grumbled because a baby cried, and made audible remarks about the weather. 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