just rising, isn't it? I never saw the moon rising
through the treetops before. It's glorious, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's full moon to-night. See how high the tide is on the river
banks. It's just high water now--the highest, fullest tide of the
month. It will be less to-morrow and the next and the next day until it
falls back to its lowest point two weeks from now, then starts climbing
up again for the next full moon. Every sailor, man and bird, knows
this. I wonder how many men and women in this money-mad city know that
the tide ever ebbs and flows around Manhattan Island at all."

"It's wonderful--isn't it?"

"What dear, the men and women of New York or the tides?"

"Both, Jim, when we try to understand them, isn't it all God's work?"

"I don't know, child. I sometimes think God made the world and only man
or the devil built the cities afterward. I believe the reason why the
spirit grows savage and we forget that we are human here so often is
that we never see the sun or moon. We never hear the stir of wings in
the sky, feel the throb of Nature's heart in the ebb and flow of tides,
or walk with our heads among the stars."

Harriet sat in thoughtful silence a while and a curious searching look
crept into her eyes as she softly asked:

"You have seen much of Mr. Bivens lately, Jim--I've wondered if you
have never yet looked your dead love in the face?"

"No, little pal."

"You are still afraid?"

An answer started to his lips and he choked it back.

She laid her warm hand on his.

"Tell me, I want to help you. We _are_ pals, you know."

"Well, I'm ashamed to confess it dear, but I am afraid, horribly
afraid! I've been fighting some grim battles, but I'll have to see her
sooner or later."

"I wish you wouldn't," the girl said, wistfully.

"I'll try to keep away--but every turn in the wheel seems only to bring
us closer. My association with Bivens in this prosecution of crime was
not of my choosing, but it came. I shall be compelled to see him
often."

"Does she know that you are afraid?"

"I think not. She feels that I've never forgiven her treachery, but
come, dearie, it's growing dark, we must hurry. I've a hard night's
work before me. You've helped me immensely."

"How?"

"I don't know, child. The sunlight just seems to get tangled in your
hair, and it always shines in your eyes day and night. You warm me into
life and health, just being near you."

Harriet smiled tenderly, and hurried across t