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"\\'ou]ll you think me rude if— if I left you?" I asked.‘

Colin looked at me in surprise There was enough light from a biz lwinging arc on the corner for me ".0 see him plainly.

"What do you mean?" he asked Ln return, though he must have guessed at once. . I

"Would you think me rude, if I eft you and went-up there?" I looked again at the yellow glow from the windows of my old home.

Colin looked very much troubled.

"OI course I wouldn't thfnk you rude," he answered. "0nly~lt isn't l question of rudeness." '

I-Ie took my arnl and began to ead me down the street.

"Don't do anything too impul- sively," he began. "That's one of your faults. Connie. "Yoll'll stand llmost anything, then you go off your hcad suddenly-J’

"And do the wrong thing," I fln- ished, as he hesitated.

"Yes."

We walked on down the street. I do not know why Colin wanted to get me away from the apartment house, unless be felt that If it were out of sight it would be out o! mind too.

"Do-you think it would be wrong ~to go back—to try and make it up again with Win?"

"No. But I'm not sure this is ihe time." .

"Why not?"

I-Ie walked on, fulrly urging me along.

"Why not?" I repeated. “Didn't you just say that Win hall come often to the exhibition to see my well, that he isn't entirely indiffer- ent?"

Down In my heart there was a little exultutioll. It increased every time l thought of what Colin had told me. If Win had taken the trouble to bunt out my picture and look at It—-—if it had taken him t0 an art exhibition alone, a place he wvould never have dreamed of going t certainly seemed to me a sign that Win cared.

And that was the one thing I wanted. I would willingly have xiven up everything else in the world. t0 hear Win suy with his own lips that he still cured for me.

Yet Colin hari given me what I thought proof of Win's affection. at least of his interest. And there from the windows of our old home was the cheerful inviting glow of a light, a welcoming light. a sign that \\'in must he at home.

All I had to do was to 2o ull there-wind I was sure I would bear him say he still loved me. I could not Ilave done it before~the old Ilitternees would have collie up in rue at once, and made a reconcilia- ltion impossible.

' ‘But now it seemed to mc so long since all those unpleasant events. that I could easily forget them when I saw IVInIthrop again.

Ami thcre he was, and here was (‘olin with his arm linked through minmurging me away from his sud- den possible chance of seeing him!

“Of course, If you've l-ully made up your mind, I shan't try to stoll you," Colin said, walking rapidly all the time.

"But you are stopping me. Why don't you think it wise?"

“ll don't think it's time yet. After all, you and Winthrop had rather serious differences. I'll admit Time ls the great healer or all illls—but you've only been ‘separated a year."

"Only a year! That's a 1011i; time."

"Besides, what will you dmwhcn you get up there? What are you going to say?"

"I don't know! How can I tell now? I-Ie may not be glad to see me. lie may not be in. The fact that there's a light in the window doesn't mean he is there."

“No, it doesn't." Colin released my arm.

"Let me go back alone," I said. "And come and have lunclledn with me tomorrow, and I'll tell you all about it." .

Ile smiled n. little as he held out his hand.

“If he doesn't go down on his knees and beg forgiveness he ought to be whipped," he said.

I almost ran down the streetuny heart beating so rapidly it nearly choked me. I went into the big hallway-for the first time in more than a year. The huge Turkish rug on the marble floor was still there nnd the growing flowers against the mirrored walls. There was a new man at the elevator-d was glad of that. I did not want to be recognized and gosstped about.

"Mr. Taylor, please." I sold. And as ‘he went to the telephone t, an- nounce me, "Never mind, I am ex- pected."

He stared at me curiously. I held my head high, trying to look calm. But he said nothing more and took me up Ia the elevator. I rang my own doorbell.

There were footsteps -—>did he have a housekeeper. or a valet? Who would answer the bell? If there had been no sound, I would have turned and run. But the door began to open.

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The door opened and Win him- self stood before Ime.

Then I ceased to be nervous tund frightened. It was suddenly like re- turning home after a few days’ ab- sence, instead of more than s. year of complete sepacratiom- I<"or Win looked just the some-hair that brushed away from his forehead. hair rioh ind brown that I loved to touch maternally; clean skin and clmr eyes, strong and well shaped hands. one now grasping the aide of the door, as he stared at me in sunprise. Com-fag

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been ‘thinking nervously what I might sn,y. lt' only I could get over the first remark safely, the rest would be easy. .l intended to hold out -nly hands, and way, “Will, I've collie lbuck." ‘Surely llllll would make everything easy. Ellilfll‘ hc would put his IIPIIIS nui~~llud then after that nflidliltg would mutter; or else he would not be pleased, and in that case ll would forget my dig- Ibity and go away, rebuffed.

But the romantic only happens half the time in THIII life. Our meet- ing was not rouimltlc.

Perhaps it was lbecztuse I forgot my opening remark, I forgot every- thing when I saw Win standing there In the doorway. II‘.- llad on seine sort of a Ion-g velvet dressing gown, and heeless velvet slippers, and I remember that the curd of the ‘gowln was untied and one end dnagged along the floor.

But these details came to me afterward. Meantime I stood there, saying nothing.

"Connie! Wily, -it is Connie.” Win said, only hull‘ believing.

"Yes/“I said nervously. "May I come in?"

Suddenly I wondered whether there were people there-nit seemed! much more likely that if Win were home for an evening, It would be because ‘he expected guests. I never lcuew him to slay home alone, or with me except by accident, audl then he was restless and bored. ‘

Iiut my question hrotigbt usi both back to the odd little polltc-|

usual they saved the situation. “Of course!

{recovering his composure now und he llciri the door wide open.

"II' tberc are people hcrc - " I lbc began in a ‘low voice.

"'I'hcre isnit anyone. 'I'llat is, I expect. someone later- but come

I'll." I went in and down tIle-Ilali» every article of furniture fairly stabbing rue with its familiarity. The living room was exactly the same, the long blue curtains, the great couch pushed near the jirci ‘place, and the table Iby it that I used when serving tea.

Only it was strangely different, too, It was too warm for a fire Whenever possible I burned small logs because it made the room so nluch more inviting. I never liked a house without at lealst one tiny open fireplace, and ‘never lived in one that. did not have iit.

The fireplace was piled with fresh wood now, the legs covered wIlth burnt out-matches that ha been thrown here. The room was hazy with smoke, waving lines of lt that moved gently in lthe glow ilrom n lamp on the ilrble. But the tea ialhle was littered Willi papers, pipes and cigarette stubs, and the whole familiar room was different. in a way.

It. would have been evident ‘to ttnyone that a woulan had furnish- ed my old home, the feminine taste and the woman's touch were everywhere. It would be equally plain now that no woman had been there for a long time.

_'I‘he big table In ‘the cenilre had some sort of map over It. I vaguely sensed it was to show the condi- tions in. industrial pentres of the country. This took the place of an exquisite linen cover. Where my lea service stood was u tumibled pile cl‘ books; where a great bowl of lustre ware once stood, always filled with fresh flowers, was n large calendar the Ietltering of which could be read across the whole room.

I turned around to Win. But In- stead of coming towards me, he stopped in the doorway, st-Ill look- lng at me In that puzzled, trembled fashion.

"Win!" r

He crossed the room to me, bllt quite evldenly he only half saw me. I was sure I wasn't wanted. I felt. hurt, and troubled, and suddenly wished Iliad taken.CoIIn’s advice. not to return. l

murmured, rather conventionally. "I was just thInlnInz-—how odd it would seem if people came and folmrl you here."

"Why not? After all. it's my home. tno. I'm going in a moment," I tried to excuse myself and to get awsv all at once.

"No. l'll_flx It. Wait a moment."

He Iellt the room. cloning the door. I heard his voice in the hall-

Iy breaking some engagement. Who was It. I wondered?

I wandered about the room. still surprised at the change in it. I opened the door Into what but bee" my own room-evidently Win had made It his bedroom now, for his

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bathrobe hung over the foot of the bed, and some collars protruded from an open drawer.

I went hack to the living room. Win came in lllifl, this time at ease, his engagement broken.

“Shall I kiss you?" he asked. coming toward me. For answer l held out my arms.

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So all our differences came t0 thls~thllt \Vin walked across the room and kissed me.

And in his kiss I forgot every- thing that worrled me. and every- thing that had hurt me in the past.

“Win, dear; Win, dear," I heard myself saying over and over, while I clung to him.

And he answered simply, “Con- nie"-—and kissed me again.

Then I pulled away to see him better.

"How well you Iook." I cried. "Not so tired. You did look so tlred—before. Only you never would admit It, you kept on going and going."

"I'm well. hard."

'I'he talk ended. We stood and looked at euch other for awhile. With so many things to say, we could find nothing to tulk about for a long tithe.

So he had been working hard! That accounted for the maps, the papers und bODks about, the ink- stands and pencils und other oiiice equipment. Not a word as to how much he had been going out! .

"You're looking rather well, too" he said tluully. “Not pnle as you are ill your portrait.”

I-Ie admitted he had seen it! My heart leaped at that. Probably I was looking particularly well at that moment, for my checks were flushed fromhapplness and the ex- l-itclnent of being back, of seeing Win, of his kiss of reconciliation.‘

“Did you like the picture?" I ask- ed, still llna-ble to get away from trivialities in talk. '

"Yes-that is, as well as I like any of MucReztdys work. I think he's titer-estimated as an artist."

Instantly I was on the defensive fir Colin. I found myself resent-

g the fact that Win should talk like this, Win who knew nothing of art and cared even less! Once I would have accepted his casual criticism, even in the face of my own judgment which I knew was superior, since lI had been educated in these things and Winthrop had not. '

"I doubt whether many people would agree with you about Col- in." I answered. “IIis picture is the sensation 0f the season."

“He seems to have made you the sensation oI the season. Your name is ou every list. of guests I read about. You used to say you cared nothing about society. -You seem to be running it hard enough now."

So that rauklcd still with him! I made a sudden effort to please

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"Please!" I begged. "Let's not] talk of it, Win dear. This Is just the way we used to begin. Let's don't do it. again."

'I<‘or answer he came over to me quickly and kissed me again. And as ltlways, his kiss made me for- get everything but my own great love for him. i

“How different the place seems." I said to start a new line of con- versation, Io get away from ollr dangerous topic.

I walked about, looking at tile various new objects. A snapshot on the ulzrutle caught my eye—\Vin and some men and women suits on a beach. Will. following me, gave me their names. Another picture showed Win standing by c. canoe, and Gwen, easily recognized even In an amateur snapshot, sitting in the canoe. She took an extraord- inarily good photograph; the test of anyone's appearance is always in these "snaps."

"You moved into my room," I began. wondering whether there was any seutinlent In his moving.

"Yea, It had three windows. Yoll know, my old room hltd only one." be answered. (Ieslroylng the senti- ment at once.

lie opened the door and I went ill, smiling at tlic change ill a place that I hud IIIiIdP so dainty and l'em- luine. It was now, In spite of tho delicate graceful lines of its furni-

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W‘in's brushes llnd combs were on the clllffonier, however, and on the little dressing table I had us- ed. nothing but a large photograph bl‘ Gwen, set ill a frame of beauti- fully carved silver.

I walked through the other rooms. Win with me. Everywher I was met. with pictures-pictures of Gwen or of other women, of ul- 110st evcryrohe hut myself.

"You used to Ilave a lot of pic- turcs of me," I said foolishly, but unable to conquer my resentment.

"I know, he answered casually. "I tore them all up alter you left. Are you jealous?"

That was the unforglvable ques- tinn.

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Naturally I resented being asked whether I was jealous! I was all the more resentful because I was jeal- nus, furiously so. and because I was furious at myself for being jealous".

"It wasn't very nice oi‘ you to lenr ihclu up," I said.

“It wasn't very nice of you to icuvtl," he answered. “You were the one that left me, you know. I had all the cause In the world to be nngrgv."

"I never wanted to leave, Win," I dicgau. "You practically drove mc into doing it."

"Ilolv very foolish of you." III? turncd, ivalking back into the living rooul, with inc following".

"Ilcwidcs, I never saw you ony- \\'ii_\'. cvcu when, I was living with you. You wcrs always, ollt. I only saw you wbcll I wont out on long tiresome parties."

Hc turned to face lllc. Icahitlg il-Zililidi. a table, his arms crossed, hi»: velvet (ircssing gown still trail- ing its cord along the floor.

"You're just were you wore n your zlgo," he said. “You have the same little prejudices. tho snmc jeaiollsics, the szrme stubborn way of looking at things.

"You went nlvay and left me. Did you expect me t0 sit here and plilc away? Now you come buck and re- lent the fact that once in n while

aralo from mine, I went out and .lmused myself!"

I was hurt through and through.

“Winthrop! What a way to put Win still had the power to hurt me awfully, one of the penalties of n great ‘and sensitive love. I stood looking at him, wondering why I was ill love with him when he could be so cruel and so unfair.

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