en I found
I was--found I was closer to home than I thought."

He had not seemed to hear her, but stood looking narrowly, as if she
were still far away. Gradually his eyes widened, as if he were drawing
her close to him. He took a step toward her, with arms half raised.

"I'm so ashamed--" he muttered; "but you--you let me think that."

His voice brought her to sudden agonized alarm. The blood ebbed from her
face and she almost staggered toward him.

"Did you do it--do _that_?" she whispered, ready to fall.

"No; I found out in time. I found out everything--everything you didn't
tell me." He was shaken with longing, yet shamed into restraint before
her.

"I'm so ashamed--I came as soon as I could to tell you. I rode all night
to be here, to tell you as soon as I could."

"You didn't do it--you didn't do it?" she insisted pitifully.

"I stopped in time." She muttered this over and over, and at last the
truth struggled into her chilled brain.

"You dear, dear fool!" she said with a little sobbing laugh.

Again his arms were half raised to her, but she turned swiftly and ran
to Cooney, who had fallen to grazing a little way off, throwing her arms
about his neck and weeping out incoherent words of endearment.

Ewing gathered his strength, like a wrestler who has been pressed to the
ground, but lifts himself with infinite effort, and went resolutely
toward her. Gently he unclasped her arms from Cooney's neck.

THE END

A STORY OF AMERICAN LIFE

David Harum.

Illustrated Edition. With 70 full-page and text pictures by B. West
Clinedinst, and other text designs by C. D. Farrand, and a biography of
the author by Forbes Heermans. 12mo. $1.50.

"What seems to us to be the final judgment of 'David Harum' is given in
the _North American Review_ by no less a personage than John Oliver
Hobbes. This review strikes at the root of the matter.

"'It would not be presumptuous to say,' opines Mrs. Craigie, 'well
remembering the magnificent ability of certain English authors of the
present day, that not one could create a character which would win the
whole English population as David Harum has won the American public. The
reason is plain. With so many class distinctions, a national figure is
out of the question. A national hero--yes; but a man for "winterin' and
summerin' with"--no. Social equality and independence of thought, in
spite of all abortive attempts to introduce the manners and traditions
of feudal