home," she said at last. "The folks will be uneasy."

He was compelled to take her to the cottage with the battle still
raging. He went back early the next morning, but already she had
wandered out over the island. Instinctively Henderson felt that the
shore would attract her. There was something in the tumult of rough
little Huron's waves that called to him. It was there he found her,
crouching so close the water the foam was dampening her skirts.

"May I stay?" he asked.

"I have been hoping you would come," she answered. "It's bad enough when
you are here, but it is a little easier than bearing it alone."

"Thank God for that!" said Henderson sitting beside her. "Shall I talk
to you?"

She shook her head. So they sat by the hour. At last she spoke: "Of
course, you know there is something I have got to do, Hart!"

"You have not!" cried Henderson, violently. "That's all nonsense! Give
me just one word of permission. That is all that is required of you."

"'Required?' You grant, then, that there is something 'required?'"

"One word. Nothing more."

"Did you ever know one word could be so big, so black, so desperately
bitter? Oh, Hart!"

"No."

"But you know it now, Hart!"

"Yes."

"And still you say that it is 'required?'"

Henderson suffered unspeakably. At last he said: "If you had seen
and heard him, Edith, you, too, would feel that it is 'required.'
Remember----"

"No! No! No!" she cried. "Don't ask me to remember even the least of my
pride and folly. Let me forget!"

She sat silent for a long time.

"Will you go with me?" she whispered.

"Of course."

At last she arose.

"I might as well give up and have it over," she faltered.

That was the first time in her life that Edith Carr ever had proposed to
give up anything she wanted.

"Help me, Hart!"

Henderson started around the beach assisting her all he could. Finally
he stopped.

"Edith, there is no sense in this! You are too tired to go. You know you
can trust me. You wait in any of these lovely places and send me. You
will be safe, and I'll run. One word is all that is necessary."

"But I've got to say that word myself, Hart!"

"Then write it, and let me carry it. The message is not going to prove
who went to the office and sent it."

"That is quite true," she said, dropping wearily, but she made no
movement to take the pen and paper he offered.

"Hart, you write it," she said at last.

Henderson turned away his face. He g