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Show "Try to Take a Different View, Girl." "nut you," she unld at last, "la your father living?" "No," bo replied. "And your mothof?" Bhe faltered. "She has been deud many years. And I have no brothers or Bisters." "My mother died when I was a little lit-tle child," she mused. "I)eath seemed to me much more awful then than It does now." "It Is nlways more awful to those who are left than to those who go," he Bald. "Hut don't think or that yet." "We must think of It," she Insisted. He dlil not unswer. "Oh!" she rrled, suddenly. "To think that I have broiifht you to this! That what you thought would be a little favor fa-vor to me has brought you to death." She began to soli convulsively. It whs as though for the firBt time she realized her responsibility for his life; as though her confidence In her complete understanding of him had disappeared tend be was again a stranger stran-ger to her a stranger whom she had coolly led to the edge of life with her. "Don't, Girl dont!" he commanded. Her self-blame was terrible to him. Hut she could not check her grief, and finally, hardly knowing what he did, he put his arm around her and drew her closer to hlni. Iler tear-wet cheek touched his. She removed her hat, aud her hair brushed his forehead. "Girl, Girl!" he whispered, "don't you know? Don't you understand? If chance had not kept us together, I would have followed you until won you. From the moment I saw you, I have had no thought that was not bound up with you." "Hut think what I have done to you!" she sobbed. "I never realized that there was this danger. And you you have your own friends, your interests. in-terests. Oh, I" "My interests are all here with you." he answered. "It Is I who am to blame. I should have known what Al-catrante Al-catrante would do." "You couldn't know. There was no way "' "I ent you up here to wait for me. Then, when he and I came In, I turned my back on him, like a blind fool." "No, no." she protested. "After all," he said, "It was, perhaps, per-haps, something that neither you nor I could foresee. No one Is to blame. Isn't that the best view to take of it?" Her cheek moved against IiIb as she Inclined her head. "It may be selfish in me," he went on, "but I can't feel unhappy now." Her sobs hud ceased, and she buried her face In his shoulder. "I love you, Girl," he said, brokenly. "I don't expect you to care so much for me yet. Hut I must tell you what I feel. There Isn't there Isn't anything any-thing I wouldn't do for you, Girl and be happy doing It." Hlie did not speak, and for a long time they sat In silence. Many emotions emo-tions were racing through him. Ills happiness was almost a puln, lor It came to him In this extremity when there was no hope ahead. She had not yielded herself, but she had not resisted re-sisted his embrace; even now her head was on his shoulder. Indeed, he had given her no chance to confess what she might feel for him. Nor would he give her that chance. No, It was better that her love for him he knew now that In her heart she must love him It was better that II should not be crystallized by definite expression. For he had thought of a way by which she, at least, might b saved. With the faint possibility ol rescue for them both, he hesitated to take the step. And yet every moment he was using that much more of the air that might keep her alive through the night. It would be only right to watt until he was reasonably sure that all the clerks In the office hud gone. That time could not be long now. Hut already al-ready the air was beginning to seem close; It was not so eusy to breathe as It had been. Gently pulling her from him, he said: "The air will last longer If we He down. The heart does not need much blood, then." Khe did not answer, but moved from her seat on his folded coat, and he look it and arranged It as a pillow, and, finding her hand, showed her where It was. lie heard the rustle of her clothing as she adjusted herself on the floor. She clung to his hand, while he still sat beside her. "Now," he said, cheerfully, "I am going to find out what time it Is, by breaking the crystal of my watch. if Mad Trlr Way to th Elevator. |