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"Youâ€"you"â€"she trembled aghast â€"“you wouldn’t dare repeat what I’ve told you!" “You don’t want to stagger on in the dark any longer. You'll let me tell him." She rose to her feet, her face white. “Peter,” she said slowly, “if ever you told him that, I’d never forgive you. If ever you told him, I’d deny it. You’d only force me into more lies. You’d only crush me lower." “Steady, Marjory,” he said. “You’re wonderful, Peter!" she ex- claimed. "You’veâ€"you’ve'been seeâ€" ing visions. But-when you speak of telling him what I've told you, you don't understand how terrible that would be. Peterâ€"you’ll promise me you won’t do that?” ' ux’ ;et, if he knew, he’d come racing to you." eyes I saw again. I let go of myself and reached out for you. So nowâ€"why. everything is quite clear." ‘ She raised her head. “Clear, Peter?" “Quite clear. I'm to go back to my work, and to use my eyes less and my head and heart more. I’m to deal less with statutes and more with peo- le. Instead of quoting precedents. here’s work enough to be done God knows, of a sort that is born of just such a year as this I’ve lived through. I must let go of myself and let myself go. I must think less of my own ambitions and more of the ambitions of others. So I shall live in others. Perhaps I may even be able to live a little through you two.” “Peter!” she cried. “For Covington must come back to you as fast as ever he can." “No! No! No!" “You don’t understand how much he loves his wife.” “Please!” “And, he, poor devil, doesn't under- stand how much his wife loves him." CHAPTER XXIV.â€"â€"(Cont’d.) “I understand now. When you Went away from me, it was my-aalf alone I considered. I was hurt And wor- ried, and made a martyr of myself. If I had thought more of you, 311 would have been well. This time 1 think 1â€"1 have thought a little more of you. It was to get at you and not {nyself tha_t I wanted to see agaln. SQ It Has Proved a Revelation --To Millions of Tea Drinkers Rich in Flavor --â€" Absolute in Purity. Sealed Packets Only . . Black-Green or Mixed } was r, . ...._v 9 you won’t do that?“ She was pleading, with panic in her F fimfér ciaginé ‘ says {he dalruman (Gunman “I'd want,” she hurried on, out of all control of herselfâ€"“I’d want everything I don’t want him to give â€"everything I’ve no right to ask. I’d want him to live on tiptoe from one morning through to the next. I’d beamng him every minute he was jus comfortable. I'd want him al- ways eager, always worrled, because I'd be always looking for him to do great things. I’d have him always ready for great sacrificesâ€"not for me alone, but for himself. I’d be so proud of him I think Iâ€"â€"I could with a smile see him sacrifice even his life for another. For I should know that, after a little waiting, I should meet him again, a finer and nobler man. And all those things I asked of him I should want to do for him. I‘d like to lay down my life for him.” i , 7“- knewâ€"" “He’d come back to me, you‘re go- ing to say again. And I tell you again, I won't have him come back, kind and gentle and smiling. If he came back now,â€"â€"if it were possible for him really to come to me,~â€"I’d want him to ache with love. I’d want him» to be hurt with love.” .She was taikinéufilél-‘c‘eily, with a wlld, unrestrained passion such as Petgjzi had never seen in any woman. “Yes. I couldn’t admit that to any one else in the world but youâ€"and it hurts you, Peter.” “It hurts like the devil,” he said. She placed her hand upon his. “Poor Peter,” she said gently. “It hurts like the devil, but it’s noâ€" thing for you to pity me for,” he put in quickly. “I’d rather have the hurt from you than nothing.” “You feel like that?” she asked earnestly. “Yes-1) “Then,” she said, “you must under- stand how, even with me, the joy and theygrief are one ?” ~ “Heâ€"he is the man who married .me.” she answered unsteadily. “It lwasâ€"just Monte who married meâ€" fhonest, easy-going, care-free Monte, ‘who is willing to do a woman a favor Ieven to the extent of marrying her. He is very honest and very gallant and very normal. He likes one day to be as another. He doesn’t wish to be stirred up. He asked me this, Peter: ‘Isn’t it possible to care with- out caring too much?’ Apd I said, ‘Yes." That was why he married “Then,” he said, “perhaps, after all, he didn’t get to the real you.” Quite simply she replied:â€" “He did, Peter. He does not know it, but he did.” “You are sure?” She knew the pain she was causing him, but she answered:â€" “Because,”-â€"~she choked,â€"“because he doesn’t himself as I know him. He â€"â€"he doesn’t like changesâ€"’dear jMonte. It disturbed him to go be- lcause it would have been so much Jeasier to have stayed. So, for the jmoment, he may have beenâ€"~11 bit 3 sentimental." Peter leaned forward with h naew hopgin his eyes. “Noâ€"just Monte," Marjor ans- wered quickly. “It’s just i: e out- side of him. The man you call Cov- ingtonâ€"the man insideâ€"is another man.” “It’s the real man,” declared Peter. “Yes,” she nodded, with a catch in her voice. “That’s the real man. But â€"don't you understand7â€"it wasn’t that man who married me. It was Monte who married me to escape Covin ton. He trusted me not to distur the real man, just as I trusted him not to disturb the real me.” me He had seen others who cared a great deal, and they frightened him. They care so much that they made themselves uncomfortable, and he feared that.” “Goofi Lord, you call that man Cov- ington?" excjtfimed Peter. “You don’t think as little of him as that!"/he cried. "l-Ié’d do that because he‘s a gentle- man and fourvsquarc He’d come to me and pretend. He’d feel himaalf at fault, and pity me. Do you know how it hurts a woman to be pitied? I'd rather he'd hate me. I’d rather he'd forget\me altogether.” “But what of the talks I had with in _the gar-15'!" he Aquestiqned. “When he talked to me of-you then, it was not in pity." .... n. .uc A A nulli- Si; gthped as abn‘iwtls as she had I understand that. Only if he Excessive fire losses necessitate ex- cessive insurance rates. Low fire losses will, in time, bring about re- duction of rates. In the long run, this rule works out inexorably. Every man who prevents or helps to prevent fire is indirectly reducing the cost of insurance. 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It collects from those policy holders enough money to pay the loss plus a sufficient amount to cover operating expenses, including the ordinary dividends on capital stock. REDUCE CANADA’S FIRE LOSS “That’s impossible. Why, she list- ened to me whenâ€"” “When what?" he cut in. (To be coninued). “Only she's not,” Peter informed her. “As a matter of fact, she’s mar- tied." “Marjoryâ€"married!” “To Coving‘ton. She’s Covington’s wife. They were married a few weeks ago in Paris. You understand? She’s Covington’s wife.” His voice rose a trifle. “Peterâ€"you're sure of that?” “She told me so herselfâ€"less than an hpur ago.” claimed Beatrice. h “And instead of that I’m leaving er.” “Leaving Marjoryâ€"after this?" “Sit down, little sister," he begged. “A great deal has happened this morningâ€"a great deal that I’m afraid it’s going to be hard for you to understand at first; and yet. after all, it’s merely a question of fact. It isn’t anything that leaves any chance for‘ speculation. It just is, that's all. You see, youâ€"«both of usâ€"made an extraordinary mistake. Weâ€"we as- sumed that AMarjory was free.” She pint her arms about his neck and kissed him. “You should have brought the mir- ackrwquger wi§h onu{” she smiled. “You look so strangeâ€"so pale!" “It's beenâ€"well, rather an exciting experienpe.” “Peter!” she cried. “What’s the trouble?” “Your eyes!” “They came back this morning.” "Then I was right! Marjoryâ€"Mar- jory worked the miracle!" He smiled at little. “3:5 ‘Vygnderful. But, Peterâ€"" begun, staring about like some one suddenly awakened to find herself in a strange country. It was Peter's voice that brought her back again to thegmpty room. She sprang from her chair. Paie and without his shade, he was like an apparition. “Peter!” she cried. “Peter,” she cried, “you shouldn’t have listened!" She shrank back toward the door. “And Iâ€"I thought just kisses on the_¢_2yes stood for love,” he added. “Beaâ€"trim,” he said, “we must start back for New Yo'rk as soon as posâ€" sible.” “Hm; â€"you do love him," he said solemnly. “Yéu must forget all' I said,” she moaned. “I was mad~â€"for a mo- So Long When Peter stepped into his siter’s room he had forgotten that his eyes werg opern. ment!" “I’m going ofi’ to hide,” she said piteously. “Not that," he called after her. But the door closed in front of her. The door closed in front of him. With his lips clenched, Peter Novas walked back to the Hotel des Roses. “Well ?" “You were Wonderful,” he 1:on her. She was still backing toward the CHAPTER XXV Of_c5urse she’s free!" exâ€" Fares Paid for Farm Help. To provide help in hafing and harvest, the Trades and Labor Branch of the Ontario Government will pay the going railway fare of persons who agree to work on a farm for at least 8 Weeks. The worker has.however, to pay his return fare. 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