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All druyclaU Nil Baataol Soap aid (Mb taunt. 15he Ragged Edge by Harold MacGrath . 2 “Come, lad; let’s have it,’ said McClintock. “Anything that concerns Ruth is of interest to me. What happened between Ruth and her father that made him hurry off without passing 1 ordinary courtesies With me?” “I suppose I ought to tell you,” said Spurlock; “but it is understood that Ruth shall never know the truth.” “Not if it will hurt her.” “Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough. Her mother . . Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how sho said—‘If only my mother had lived? Did you ever see any thing more tender or beautiful?” “I remember. Go on and tell me.” When Spurlock had finished the tale, touched here and there by his own imagination, MeClin tock made a negative sign. “So that was it? And what the devil are you doing here, moping alone on the beach? Why aren’t you with her in this hour of bitterness?” “ What can I do?” “You can go to her and take her in your arms.” “I might have been able to do that if you hand’t told me . . . she cared.” “Man, she’s your wife!” “And I am a thief.” “You’re a damn fool, tool” exploded the trader. “I am as God made me.” “No. God gives us an equal chance; but we make ourselves. You are captain of your soul; don’t forget your Henley. But I see now. That poor child, try ing to escape, and not knowing how. Her father for fifteen years and you nowr for the rest of her life! Tell her you’re a thief. Get it off your soul.” “Add that to what she is now Buffering? It’s too late. She would not forgive me.” “And why should you care whether she forgave you or not ? ’ ’ Spurlock jumped to his feet, the look of the damned upon his face. “Why? Because I love her! Because I loved her at the start, but was too big a fool to know it!” His owrn astonishment wras quite equal to McClintock’s. The latter began to heave himself up from the sand. “ Did 1 hear you. . . .” be gan McClintock. “Yes!” interrupted Spurlock, savagely. “You heard me say it! It was inevitable. I might have known it. Another laby rinth in hell!” A smile broke over the trader’s face. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, em bracing, even fatherly. “Man, man! You’re coming to life. There’s something human about you now'. Go to her and tell her. Put your arms around her and tell her you love her Dear God, what a beautiful mo ment 1” The lire went out ol bpur lock’s eyes and the shadow of hopeless weariness fell upon him. “I can’t make you understand; I can’t make you see things as I see them. As matters now stand, I’m only a thief, not a black guard. What!—add another drop to her cupt Who knows? Any day they may find me. So long as matters remain as they are, and they found me, there would be no shame for Ruth. Can’t I make you see?” ‘‘But I’m telling you Ruth loves you. And her kind of love forgives everything and anything but infidelity.” ‘‘You did not hear her when she spoke to her father; I did.” ‘‘But she would understand you; whereas she will never understand her father. Spurlock : *tis Roundhead, sure enough, Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Iron sides! I can’t make you see. Man, if you tell her you love her, and later they took you away to prison, who would sit at the prison gate until your term was up? Ruth. Why am I here— thirty years of loneliness? Be cause I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not havo the good, I would not 8 take the bad. The woman I wanted was another man’s wifo. So here I am, king of all I sur vey, w<rfi a predilection for poker, a scorched liver, and a piano-player. But youl Ruth is your lawful wife. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend’s wife. You’re a queer lad. With your pencil you see into the hearts of all; and without your pencil you are dumb and blind. Ruth is not another man’s wife; she is all your own, for better or for worse. Have you thought of the monstrous lie you are adding to your theft f” “Lie?” said Spurlock, as tounded. “Aye—to pretend to her that you don’t care. That’s a damna ble lie; and when she finds out, ’tis then she will not forgive. She’ll have this hour always with her;” “I can’t.’” “Afraid?” “Yes.” This simple admission disarm ed McClintock. “ Well, well; T have given out of my wisdom. I’d like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn’t rattle to any purpose. Lad, I admire you even in ynor folly. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you’ll tire your self in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. There is strength in you—misguided. You will torture her all through life; but in the end she will pour the wine of her faith into a sound chalice. I would that you were my own.” “I, a thief?” “Aye; thief, Roundhead and all. If a certain kink in your sense of honour will not permit you to go to her as a lover, go to her as a comrade. Talk to her of the new story; divert her; ,for this day her heart has been twist ed sorely.” McClintock without further speech strode toward his bunga low; and half an hour later Spurlock, passing, heard the pi ano-tuning key at work. Spurlock plodded through th2 heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. Rut recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh por tion for Ruth. One thing he could be thankful for that— the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. Love ... to take her in his arms ahd to comfort her: and then to add to her cup of bitter ness the knowledge that her hus band was a thief 1 For himself he did not care; God could con tinue to grind and pulverize him but to add another grain to the evil he had already wrought up on Ruth was unthinkable. The future*? He dared not speculate upon that. He paused at the bamboo cur tain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. He heard Rollo.s stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. “Ruth?” Silence for a momena “Yes. What is it?” Is there anything that I can do?” The idiocy of the ques tion filled him with the craving of laughter. Was there anything he could do 1 “No, lloddy; nothing.” “Would you like to have me come in and talk?” How tender that sounded!—talk! “If you want to.” Bamboo and bead tinkled and slithered behind him. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken counte nance ; nor did he care to see hers ravaged by tears. He knew she had been weeping. He drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, terrified by tha utter fallowness of his mind. Filled as he was with conflicting emo tions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous. The fascination of the idea of throwing himself upon his knees at.d crying out all that was in his heart 1 As his eyes began to focus objeets, he saw one of her arms extended upon the counterpane, in his di rcction the hand clenched tight ly “lam very wicked,” she said. '“After all. he is my father, Hoddy; and t cursed him. But all those empty years 1 . . . My I’fi1 sorry. I do forgive him; uut ne will never kno\v now.” . “Write him,” urged Spurlock, finding speech. “He would return my letters unopened or destroy them.” That was true, thought Spur lock. No matter what happened, whether the road smoothed out or became still rougher, he would always be carrying this secret with him; and each time he recalled it, the rack. “Would jrou rather be alone?” “No. It’s kind of comforting to have you there. You under stand. I sha’n’t cry any more. Tell me a story—with apple-blos soms in it— about people who are happy.” Miserably his thoughts shut tled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted-a love story. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. How long he sat there, reeling off his drivel, he never knew. When he reached the happy ending, he waited. But there was no sign from her. She had fallen asleep. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother’s locket. CHAPTER XXVI Spurlock went out on his toes careful lest the bamboo curtain rattle behind him. He went into the study and sat down at his ta ble, but not to write. He drew out the check and the editorial letter. He had sold half a dozen short tales to third-rate mag azines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished ed itorial room, of international reputation. If he could keep it up—style and calibre of imagi nation—within a year the name of Taber would become widely known. Everything in the world to live for!—fame that he could not reap, love that he could not take! What was all this. pother about hell as a future state? By and by things began to stir on the table: little invisible things. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. So he sharpened a score of pencils and after fiddling about and re writing the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. It was hot and dry. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully towards the sea. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that prom ise. “Time to dress for dinner,” said Ruth from behind the cur tain. “I don’t see how you do it, Hoddy. Its so stuffy— and all that tobacco smoke!” He inspected his watch. Half after six. He was astonished. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. “He called me a wanton,. Hoddy. That is what I don’t un derstand.” “There isn’t an angel in heav en, Ruth, purer or sweeter than you are. No doudt—because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn’t he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke.” ‘ * Perhaps that was it. I always wondered why he bought my mother’s pearls so readily. I am dreadfully sad.” “I’ll tell you what. I’ll speak to McClintock tonight and see if he won’t take us for a junket on The Tigress. Eh? Banging against the old roller}—that’ll put some life into us both. Run along while I rig up and get the part in my hair straight.” “If he had only been my fath er !—McClintock!” “God didn’t standardize hu man beings, Ruth; no grain of wheat is like another. See the new litter of Mrs. Pig? By George, every one of then;looks like the other; and each one at tacks the source of supply with a squeal and an oof that’s en tirely different from his broth ers’ and sisters’. Put on that new dress—the one that’s oil white. We'll celebrate that new check, and let the rest of the wrorld go hang.” > “You are very good to me, Hoddy.” Something reached down into his heart and twisted it.But he [ held the smile until she turned away from the curtain. Ho dressed mechanically; so many moves this way, so many moves that. The evening breeze came the bamboo shades on the ver anda clicked and rasped; the loose etjges of the manuscript curled. T<> prevenT the leaves ipoqi blowing about, should a blow developed, he distributed paper weights. Still unconscious^ of anything he did physically He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother’s locket, of ter misguided father, taking his lone ly way to sea. He drew compel lingly upon his new characters to keep him out of this meloncholy channel; but they ebbed and eb bed; he could not hold them. Enschede: no |mman emotion should ever ,again shuttle be tween him and God. As if God would not continue to mock him so long as his brain held a human thought! God had giv en him a pearl without price - and he had misunderstood until this day. McLlintock was in a gay mood at dinner that night; but he did not see fit to give these children the true reason. For a long time there had been a standing of fer from the company at Cope ley’s to take over the McClintock plantation; and today he had decided to sell. Why? Because he knew that when these two young -people left, the island would become intolerable. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come aiid fill him with discontent. He would give The Tigress a triple coat of paint, and take these two on a long cruise,— wherever they wanted to go— Roundhead and Seraph, the blun derbus and the flaming angel. And there was another matter. To have this sprung upon them tonight would have been worth a thousand pounds. But his lips were honour-locked. There was a pint of cham pagne and a quart of mineral water (both taboo) at his elbow. In a tall glass the rind of a Syri an orange was arranged in spiral form. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bou quet of oranges permeated the room. “I sha’n’t offer any of these to you two,” he said; “but I know you won’t mind me having an imitation king’s peg. The oc casion is worth a dash of the grape, lad. You’re on the way to big things. A thousand dollars is a lot of money for an author to earn.” Spurlock laughed. “Drink your peg; don’t botfrer about me I wouldn’t touch the stuff for all the pearls in India. A cup of lies. I know all about it.” (To Be Continued.) SAFETY DRIVE SEEKS PLEDGES FROM AUTOISTS New York.—A drive for signa tures of 400,000 drivers of motor vehicles in New York to a safe driving pledge has been started by Barron Collier, multimillion aire Special Deputy Police Com missioner In charge of the Bureau of Public Safety. The pledge which drivers are being asked to sign reads: “I hereby promise that I will obey all traffic regulations, watch out for children and pedestrians, and drive safely at all times to the end that the appalling sacri fice of life, caused by carelessness, may be stopped and the streets of New York city made safe.” After signing the pledge the dri ver is given a certificate to paste on his windshield, carrying the of ficial seal of the Police Depart ment. Bobbed Sissies? No! Choir Girls Strike Washington. —• Bob-hatred choir girls at the Mount Vernon Place M. E. church south are on strike because of what they consider a ■•slur" aimed at them by an evan gelist, the Rev. Burke Culpepper of Memphis. Preaching to a large congregation, Mr. Culpepper turned, looked at the choir and said: “You bob-haired sissies." Since that day many of the singers have refused to attend his revival services. Immediately after the services short-haired singers held an Indig nation meeting and denounced Mr. Culpepper. The Rev. William A. Lambreth, regular pastor of the church, tried to quell the riot but failed. Told of the action of the girls, Mr. Culpepper renewed his attack. "I’ve had a lot of anonymous let ters and telephone calls since I ex pressed my opinion of bobbed-hair,’* said he. “All I got to say Is If the people who wrote and called me up had spent their time praying they would have had a lot more chance of reaching the pearly gates." 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