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he got away with beer Riee me like ime. ‘yj eGaldn't go, and dl slapped his face. " a moment the two women each other. Then their hands 1ey held to each other like drown- s. It was Alice who spoke first. 7 ” she said, “there was a g ago when I couldn’t under- y some women fall to the very bot- 3ut now I do understand!” : q oor opened presently and Sheriff arper entered. Jin » said Alice in a tone that was as ind cold as Babe’s used to be, “ where ay y stand?” e big sheriff did not answer immedi- : ly. He looked at her with sorrowful yes as though dreading to speak. here?” cried Alice. Ha rper sat down beside her couch. _* Please try to be brave. Alice,” he said. Tt Fen't good news that I have for you.’ a U U Of women. Of honor. And content THE And happiness Will not be ours. ° *TIshe—™ Alice was stz ror in her eyes. be Harper nodded. ~ He is dead, § fell over the rim-rock in trying (esos <— He was alive when I picked him up, when I got him into the village he wasn't. ° For a time silence reigned. Then Harper spoke again, slowly and softly. | “If there’s anything I can do, Alice —” There was no reply for a moment. Her head was turned away. But presently she spoke. * There is something, Jim,” she said at last. ** 1 want vou to go away now. Leave me alone with Babe. She understands me and I understand her. But you may come back, Jim. And if you wish to, you may try to restore my faith in mankind. Per- haps you'll succeed, perhaps not—but f hope you can, Jim.” Harper pressed her hand. ““f can, dear,” he said. Then he went out. A great new happi- ness was in his heart. END. 10] U VISION HE lure of the cold god, gold, And the power, Calling—to you and me. We will buy—rare jewels; The homage of men: the smiling lips The beckoning banner of ambitiors Claiming every hour, Wheedling youth to lonely thrones We will have--you and [, The plaudits of the crowd. -} not be ours. n achiev e—vou and I, of fame and a hoard we can later comicbooks.com