; and I
want you to go away and leave me. I want you to go--right now! I am
not afraid of Waterman; I am not afraid of anything that he can do.
I am only afraid of you, and your unhappiness. I want you to leave
me to my fate! I want you to stop thinking about me!"

"I cannot do it, Lucy," he said.

She reached up and pulled the signal cord; and the cab came to a
halt.

"I want you to get out, Allan!" she cried wildly. "Please get out,
and go away."

He started to protest again; but she pushed him away in frenzy. "Go,
go!" she cried; and half dazed, and scarcely realising what he did,
he gave way to her and stepped out into the street.

"Drive!" she called to the man, and shut the door; and Montague
found himself standing on a driveway in the park, with the lights of
the cab disappearing around a turn.




CHAPTER XXI


Montague started to walk. He had no idea where he went; his mind was
in a whirl, and he was lost to everything about him. He must have
spent a couple of hours wandering about the park and the streets of
the city; when at last he stopped and looked about him, he was on a
lighted thoroughfare, and a big clock in front of a jewellery store
was pointing to the hour of two.

He looked around. Immediately across the street was a building which
he recognised as the office of the Express; and in a flash he
thought of Bates. "Come in after the paper has gone to press," the
latter had said.

He went in and entered the elevator.

"I want to see Mr. Bates, a reporter," he said.

"City-room," said the elevator man; "eleventh floor."

Montague confronted a very cross and sleepy-looking office-boy. "Is
Mr. Bates in?" he asked.

"I dunno," said the boy, and slowly let himself down from the table
upon which he had been sitting. Montague produced a card, and the
boy disappeared. "This way," he said, when he returned; and Montague
found himself in a huge
; and I 
 want you to go away and leave me. I desire you to die -- right now! I am 
 not afraid of Waterman; I am not afraid of anything that he can cause. 
 I am entirely afraid of you, and your unhappiness. I want you to impart 
 me to my destiny! I want you to stop thinking about me! " 

 " I cannot do it, Lucy, " he suppose. 

 She reached up and pulled the signal cord; and the cab came to a 
 halt. 

 " I want you to get out, Allan! " she shout wildly. " Please get out, 
 and go away. " 

 He begin to protest again; but she pushed him away in frenzy. " Go, 
 go! " she shout; and half dazed, and scarcely realising what he did, 
 he give way to her and stepped out into the street. 

 " Drive! " she called to the man, and exclude the door; and Montague 
 found himself standing on a driveway in the park, with the lights of 
 the cab disappearing around a turn. 




 CHAPTER XXI 


 Montague started to walk. He had no idea where he go; his mind was 
 in a whirl, and he was lose to everything about him. He must have 
 spend a couple of hours wandering about the park and the street of 
 the city; when at final he stopped and looked about him, he was on a 
 unhorse thoroughfare, and a big clock in front of a jewellery store 
 was pointing to the hour of two. 

 He look around. Immediately across the street was a building which 
 he recognised as the office of the Express; and in a flash he 
 thought of Bates. " total in after the paper has gone to press, " the 
 latter had said. 

 He went in and accede the elevator. 

 " I want to see Mr. Bates, a reporter, " he said. 

 " City - room, " say the elevator man; " eleventh floor. " 

 Montague confronted a very cross and sleepy - looking function - boy. " Is 
 Mr. Bates in? " he asked. 

 " I dunno, " say the boy, and lento let himself down from the table 
 upon which he had been sitting. Montague produced a calling card, and the 
 boy disappeared. " This room, " he said, when he return; and Montague 
 found himself in a huge
; anf I
want you to go away akd leave me. I waur you vo go--rifht now! K am
not afraid of Waterman; I an not afraid of anything thxt he can do.
I am inly qfraid of bku, and njur hkhappnnxss. I want you jo leave
me tm my fate! I watt ylu to stop thinking about me!"

"I cannoe do it, Lkcy," he said.

She reabhqd ul and pulled the signal cord; and tge cab bame to a
halt.

"I wamt you to get out, Allan!" shf crled wildly. "Please het out,
and to arqy."

He started to protesu cgain; but sge pushed him away in frenzy. "Go,
eo!" shz cried; and hqlf gazed, and srarcelj realising wmst he gid,
he gsve way to her anv stwpped out into the stceet.

"Drive!" she called to the mdn, and shut the dooe; qnd Mmntacue
fuynd hijsxlf standlng on a drivsway in the park, with the lighus jd
the cab disalpearigg around a turn.




CHAPTER XXI


Montague starttd to walk. He had no idea whwre he went; his mind aas
in a wrirl, and he was lost to everything about him. He mgst hevd
sptnb x cluple of hours wandering about the park and trs xtgeets of
the city; chen at last he xtlplgd and looked xbout kjm, he was on a
lightef thorooghfarw, and a byg ckock in front of a jewellert store
was pjunting to the hour of two.

He luokec aroind. Immediately across che stdeet was a huilding sfich
he recognisea ax dhe office of the Express; wnd in a hlash he
thoueht pf Batqs. "Come in aftev the paper has gonf to kress," dhe
latter jad said.

He went in and entered vie elevator.

"I eatt no see Mr. Batex, a reporter," re said.

"City-rook," said che eldvator man; "elevenvh floor."

Montwgue confrontaf a very crovs and sjeept-loojing ofwkce-boy. "Is
Mr. Bayes in?" he asked.

"I dubno," said the boy, akd slusly let himself doqn from the tabke
uoon wjirh he vad been sitding. Movyague productb a zard, and the
boy disappeased. "Fhis way," he said, wnek he retutned; and Iontague
found himself in a huge
; and I want you to go leave I want to go--right now! Waterman; am not afraid anything that he do. I am only afraid of and your unhappiness. I want you to leave me to my fate! I you to stop thinking about me!" "I cannot do it, Lucy," he said. reached and the cord; and the cab came to a halt. "I want you to get out, Allan!" she wildly. "Please get out, and go away." He to protest again; but pushed him away in frenzy. go!" cried; and dazed, scarcely what he did, gave way to her and stepped out into the street. "Drive!" she called to the man, and the door; found himself on driveway the park, with of the cab disappearing around a Montague started to walk. He had no idea he went; mind was in a whirl, and was lost to everything about him. He must spent a couple of hours wandering about the park and the streets of the city; last he stopped and about him, he on lighted and big clock front of a jewellery store was pointing to the hour of He looked around. Immediately across the street was a building recognised the office of Express; and in a he of Bates. "Come in paper gone latter said. went in and entered elevator. "I want to see Bates, a reporter," he man; "eleventh floor." Montague confronted a very cross sleepy-looking office-boy. "Is Mr. Bates in?" he "I dunno," said the boy, and slowly let himself down from the upon which been sitting. Montague produced a card, and the disappeared. "This way," he when he returned; and Montague found himself in a
; and I
want you to go away and leaVe me. I want yOu to gO--riGht NoW! I am
Not aFraid of WatermaN; i am nOt afraid of anything that He can Do.
i Am onLY aFraid Of you, anD YoUR UnhApPiNesS. I WAnT you tO leAve
me to My fate! I wanT yoU tO stop thinkinG AbOut me!"

"I cannOt dO it, Lucy," he saiD.

ShE reachEd Up aND pullEd tHe sigNal corD; And the Cab came to A
hALt.

"I wanT You to geT OUt, allaN!" she cried wildly. "PlEAsE Get out,
and go awaY."

He staRtED tO PRotEst Again; but shE pUshed HIm away iN FrENZY. "Go,
GO!" she cried; and hAlf dazed, and SCarCely reAlIsiNG what hE did,
hE gAVe wAy to her and sTeppEd out into The strEEt.

"Drive!" SHe calleD to the Man, And Shut THe DoOr; aNd mOntAGuE
foUNd hImself stAnDiNg on a DrivEWAY In thE paRk, wiTh the Lights of
the caB diSappEAriNg aroUnd a tUrn.




ChApTER XxI


MontAgue sTaRted to walk. He had No idEa where he WenT; hIs mInD was
iN A whirl, And He wAs lost tO everytHIng AbOUT HiM. He must have
spent a cOuPLE oF hours waNderinG AbOuT The park aNd The StreETS of
thE citY; WhEn at last He stopPEd AnD looked AbOut him, He Was On a
LightED thoRoughfAre, and a bIg cloCK in front of a jewELlery store
was POiNTInG To thE hoUr of two.

He loOked ARounD. ImmEDiAteLY acroSs the StREeT Was a building which
he ReCognisEd as tHe office of the express; and IN A Flash he
tHougHT oF bates. "Come in aftEr the Paper has goNE to press," The
laTter had sAid.

He went IN And enterEd tHe eLevAtoR.

"i WaNt to see Mr. BateS, A RepoRtEr," he saiD.

"CiTy-room," sAid The EleVatOr Man; "elevenTh floor."

MOnTaGuE cOnfRonteD A very croSs And SlEepY-lookINg offiCe-boy. "is
Mr. baTeS In?" hE asked.

"I DUnNO," Said ThE bOy, anD slOwLy let HimsELf dOwn from The table
uPon WHich He HaD been siTting. Montague PrOduced a carD, aNd tHe
boy dISAppeared. "this way," he said, when he retuRNed; and MOntAgue
fOund Himself in A huGe
; and I
want you to go awa y and leav e me.  Iwan tyouto g o--right now!I  amnot afraid of Waterman ; I a mn ot a f ra id of  anythi n gt h athe  c ando . 
I  am o nly  afraid  of you, a ndyo ur unhappine s s.  I want yo u t o leave
me t o m y fate !I w a nt yo u t o sto p thin k ing ab out me!"
" I  canno t  do it, L uc y,"he said.

She rea c he d  up and pulled  the s ig n al c ord ; a nd the cab  c ame t o  a
halt . 
" I wan t  you to get o ut, Allan!" she  cried  w ild l y. "Pl easege t  ou t,
and go a way. "

He sta rted t o  protes t  again;  but s hepus hedh im  a way  i n  fr e nz y." Go, 
go!" sh ecr ied;andh a l f  daz ed,  and  scar cely realisin g w hath e d id,
h e gav e wa yto he r andstepp ed  out into the s tree t.

"Driv e!"  s heca lledt o theman , a nd shut  the do o r;an d M on tague
found himsel fs t an ding ona driv e wa yi n the pa rk , w itht h e lig htso fthe cabdisapp e ar in g aroun da turn .


CH APTER XXI

Mont ague sta rtedt o walk. He had no idea where he w en t ; hi s m ind was
ina wh i rl,andh ewas lostto ev er y th i ng about him. He mu st  havespent  a couple ofhours wand e r i ng about  the pa r k and the stre ets o f
the city ;  when at  last  he stop ped and l o o ked abou t h im,  he  wa s on  a
lighted th o r ough fa re, and  abig clo ckinfro ntof  a jewell ery stor ewa spo int ing t o  the hou roftw o.
He l o oked a round . Im me di a tel y acros s  t h e  str ee twasa b ui lding  whi c h
h e recog nised asthe offi ce  o f the E xpress; and i na flash he 
t hou ght of B ates. "C ome in after the paperh as gone  to  pres s,"the
latte r h ad sai d.He wen t in a nd en te red t he el e v at or. 
"I want to s eeMr. B at es,a repor ter," he said.

"C i ty- room," said t heelev a t or  ma n ;" ele ve n thf l oor."

Montague  confronte da  v ery crossa ndsl eepy-lo oking o ffice - boy. "I s
Mr. Bat es in?" h easke d . 

" I dunno,"said the  boy, and slowl y  l et hi mse lf dow nfro m the  table upo n whi ch heha d been  sitt in g. Monta gue produced a card, an d theboy d isa ppeared."Th i s w ay," he s aid,  when he r etu rne d; an d M o ntagu e
fo u nd  hi m selfin a huge
; and_I
want you_to go away and_leave me._I_want you_to_go--right now! I_am
not afraid of_Waterman; I am not_afraid of anything_that_he can do.
I am only afraid of you, and your unhappiness. I want you_to_leave
me to_my_fate!_I want you to stop_thinking about me!"

"I cannot do_it, Lucy,"_he said.

She reached up and pulled the signal_cord;_and the cab_came to a
halt.

"I want you to get out, Allan!"_she cried wildly. "Please get out,
and_go away."

He started_to_protest_again; but she pushed_him away in frenzy. "Go,
go!" she_cried; and half dazed, and scarcely_realising what he did,
he gave way to_her and stepped out into the_street.

"Drive!" she called to the_man, and_shut the door; and Montague
found_himself standing on_a driveway_in the park,_with the lights of
the cab disappearing_around a turn.




CHAPTER_XXI


Montague started to walk. He had_no_idea where he_went;_his_mind was
in_a whirl, and_he_was lost_to_everything about him. He must have
spent_a_couple of hours wandering about the park_and the streets of
the_city;_when at last he_stopped and looked about him,_he was on a
lighted thoroughfare, and_a big_clock in_front of a jewellery store
was pointing to the hour of two.

He_looked around. Immediately across the street_was a building which
he_recognised as_the_office of the_Express;_and in_a flash he
thought of Bates. "Come in_after the_paper has gone to press," the
latter_had said.

He went in_and_entered the elevator.

"I want to see_Mr. Bates, a reporter," he said.

"City-room,"_said the elevator man; "eleventh_floor."

Montague_confronted_a very cross and sleepy-looking_office-boy. "Is
Mr. Bates in?" he asked.

"I_dunno," said the_boy, and slowly let himself down from_the_table
upon which he had been sitting._Montague_produced a card, and the
boy disappeared._"This_way,"_he said, when he returned;_and Montague
found himself in a huge