y discord, everything that is unlike itself.
It is to yield your present false sense of happiness and good to the
true sense of God as infinite good. It is to bring every thought into
captivity to this Christ-principle, love. It is to stop looking at
evil as a reality. It is to let go your hold on it, and let it fade
away before the wonderful truth that God is everywhere, and that there
isn't anything apart from Him. Won't you try it? You will have to,
some day. I have tried it. I know it's true. I've proved it."

* * * * *

How long they sat in the quiet that followed, neither knew. Then the
man suffered himself to be led silently back to the ball room again.
And when he had recovered and restored his worldly self, the bright
little image was no longer at his side.

"Stand here, Jude, an' when they begins to come out to their gasoline
carts grab anything ye can, an' git. I'll work over by the door."

The shivering woman crept closer to the curb, and the man slouched
back against the wall close to the exit from which the revelers would
soon emerge. A distant clock over a jeweler's window chimed the hour
of four. A moment later the door opened, and a lackey came out and
loudly called the number of the Hawley-Crowles car. That ecstatically
happy woman, with Carmen and the obsequious young Duke of Altern,
appeared behind him in the flood of light.

As the big car drew softly up, the wretched creature whom the man had
called Jude darted from behind it and plunged full at Carmen. But the
girl had seen her coming, and she met her with outstretched arm. The
glare from the open door fell full upon them.

"Jude!"

"God!" cried the woman. "It's the little kid!"

She turned to flee. Carmen held her. With a quick movement the girl
tore the string of pearls from her neck and thrust it into Jude's
hand. The latter turned swiftly and darted into the blackness of the
street. Then Carmen hurriedly entered the car, followed by her
stupefied companions. It had all been done in a moment of time.

"Good heavens!" cried Mrs. Hawley-Crowles, when she had recovered her
composure sufficiently to speak. "What does this mean? What did you
do?"

But Carmen replied not. And the Duke of Altern rubbed his weak eyes
and tried hard to think.

CHAPTER 16

Before Mrs. Hawley-Crowles sought her bed that morning the east was
red with the winter sun. "The loss of the pearls is bad enough," she