troubled only by the arrival of a letter from my father, which I would open with trembling hands lest I read Jean's name in it.

At last the name came... My mother said in her letter: I owe you an apology, my son; I believed you had wronged Jean, but I see now that you knew her better than I did, or that your instinct was truer... The whole town knows she is going to have a child... and she says its father is a stranger she met on one blind day... As for her parents, they are both ill...

Oh, Jean... she loved me even while she hated me... I did not explain the matter to my parents — what would have been the use? As for my wife, she noticed that something was troubling my life, and tried with all her cleverness to discover it, and failed.

We were invited to my sister's wedding, so we had to go... I seized a quiet hour and telephoned Jean, and was told she was in the hospital... I set out with a bouquet of flowers in my hand, bought without thinking... I asked the nurse, and she said: Mrs. Innes has had a baby; if you want to see him, hurry over there.

I do not know why I went... I stood with the others before the wide glass, behind which each nurse passed carrying an infant to show to its people... One of the nurses said: Innes... then came forward carrying a woolen bundle; she drew part of it away from the face, and I saw my son.

I had never thought of him before; but now I shall not forget him as long as I live... my flesh and blood... He was red-faced, fair-haired, blue-eyed... he opened one eye first and then the other, as if he were examining me with it, or as if he were saying: You... my father?...

And I reeled... The nurse pointed

to Jean's room... There was no other visitor, and she lay staring at the ceiling, and from her wide eyes the tears streamed like rain... I took her hand, threw the bouquet on the bed, and went down on my knees... The whole world had melted away... Stella... the army... everything was a dream... and all I knew was my girl... my friend, with her sallow face and her despairing eyes... Jean, whose laugh had been a warble of song and who looked now as if she would never laugh again... little Jean, whose books I had carried... whose hand I

had held... whose lips I had kissed... and then whose life I had shattered... And I cried: Jean.

She turned at last with her dead eyes and whispered: I did not know you would come.

I murmured something, and she shook her head and murmured in turn: Say nothing, Jud... hold me a minute and let me believe that all is well.

I gripped her hand and cried: We will marry... I will take care of you...

She said with a sad smile: And your wife?

I said: I will leave her... I must

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