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"Vou look all fagged ne.xt day, out. .^re you just lired out — or — ill?" Tom ignored her question. He motioned to her to sit down. She sat on the edge of her bed, and he dropped down on the edge of his, facing her. "Have you had any callers today?'' he asked, looking her directly in the eye. Oh habit, habit— the trickster! 'How it cheats us when we do not want it to ! '■Why — er — only father. I'm sorn,' you missed liim,'' answered Becky. .And she had meant so much never, never, never, again to tell a lie. "I did see him,"' came Tom's response. "He told me about the money you sent him — from me," then caustically — "where"s the new hat?" He glanced about him for a moment as if looking for something, then brought his steely eyes back again to Becky's face. "Was Fred Lindon here?" Becky was caught. "Well, I'll be truthful for once. Fred Lindon was here, but I did not ask him. I excused myself at once.'' Tom's expression was not pleasant for Becky to look upon. ''Oh, indeed ! It happens he showed me your note asking him to come ! I don't suppose you know anything about the note?" There were no more possible lies for Becky to hide behind, so she became very, very angry. ■'I did send for him. It was about those abominabie papers that Eve gave you." "And I don't suppose you kissed him."' Tom grew still whiter at his own suggestion. '•No, I didn't," Becky snapped back. "He kissed me. How could I help it? I didn't know he was there — he was in the livingroom when I came in." "Of course not. Of course not. How could you resist him?'' There had been little f;imily spats before — the nice kind that end in ki.-^ses, but up until this moment the full significance of this present difference in opinion between herself and Tom had not struck Becky. There was something in the deathly pallor of Tom's face, in the iciness of his tones, in the manner in which he went to a far corner of the room as if to be away from her, and stood looking down at her, which sent shivers of fright through Becky. She was no longer angry. She was tired of it all. She wanted Tom to forget what had happened and to take her in his arms and comfort her — as he had always done before. Sobs rose up in her throat. "Vou don't have to believe me," she wept. "I told you why I was seeing Fred Lindon. I told you that I was trying to bring him and Eve together. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I wi-ih I had never been born," Becky fell back in a little shaking heap. But Tom, usually all concern at such a moment, was adamant. "Go ahead and cry all you want to," he said, "I'm through. The money to your father! This rotten evidence of Eve's that you've been meeting Fred right under my nose, and mc an unsuspecting fool all the w hilc ! You couldn't help his kissing you ! Lies — damnable lies, and another dozen to try and save yourself. I'm through. I tell you !"' Becky's torrent of tears dried up under the blaze of Tom's anner. She sat up and looked at him through dazed eyes. "^'ou don't mean you — ," she could not s;iy the word. "^'es, we separate — flivorre if you wish it. I tell you I'm through. You don't know what the truth is. I can't stand \our lies ,iii\' longer. .And so it came that Becky Warder, the entered her father's ^habbv boarding house with a couple of suit cases and the announcement that she was goine lo visit for a while — "while Tom is away." ' But there was something about the droop <if her pretty red mouth, the wistfulness of her eyes, the hint of tears in her voice, that told her father instantly that there was something back of her x-isit that she had not conlided. He suggested as much. Soon her head was nestled on his checked, yet fatherly breast, and she was sobbing out her heart. There! There Father would fix it. Father understood. When Becky was asleep, tired out from her heart ache and her sleepless night, Stephen Roland slipped out slyly lo the nearest telegraph station. "Thomas Warder, " he wrote on the yellow sheet, "Becky very ill. Xer\-ous collapse. .Advise you come at once.'' .And though Tom Warder had sworn, not twenty-four hours ago, that he never wanted to see Becky s face again, in less than one hour after receiving her father's telegram he was on his way. sick with an.\iety lest something happen before he could reach her Becky awakened to find her father tiptoeing noi.selessly about the room, pulling down the shades, setting medicine bottles on the dresser, and rapidly transforming the atmosphere of his bed chamber into that of a sick room. He explained to her what he had done. "Vou gotta play you're awfully sick, my girl. That'll get him quicker'n anything else.'' Becky's tired eyes closed asain and she sank back into her pillows. She did not awaken until late in the evening. Then she was conscious of whisperings and careful walking in the next room. She could hear her father's hoarse voice — "She's a sick little girl. You must be real quiet. I'll go see if she's awake." .And then she heard Tom's • All right." It was true that Becky was far from well. The strain had been very hard on her. Her head buzzed and her eyes burned. There was a hazy, misty film that seemed to be between her mental consciousness and the world. But Becky was not too ill to know that the thing that had brought Tom Warder to Baltimore was a lie. It was a little white lie, perhaps — and Becky had not told it. But if she lay there in bed and let Tom think she was dangerously ill, she would be acting a lie. .And she was done dealing in untruths, be they told or acted, forever — really done. .A moment later Becky entered the li\-ine room. She was unsteady as to her footing, but she was not unsteady as to purptose. "Tom.'' she spoke deliberately and determinedly, "I am not ill. The telccram was only another lie to get you here. I am not a nervous wreck. I think I have learned my lesson — but I am glad that you are here, for I shall tell you now, truthfully, that I love you and I .shall always love you.'* Her husband looked at her almost shyly for a moment, then swept her into his arms "My very own dear." he whispered tenderKOf course Stephen Roland and Mrs. Crispii;ny were in the room to see the reconcilLition. but they slipped out very shortly, and held a little reconciliation in the kitchen oi their own. With a hearty ki.ss on his land lady's mature lips, the kind hearted old gentleman who had so long evaded the bond> which the widow had long been layine for him. came into the jx-aceful knowledce that he was now settling all her claims for hiunpaid board bill, and that he would never have another one to worry about. ".And. Tom," whi'^pt red Becky against her husband's broad protective shoulder. "I shall never, never, never, tell another He — not even a while one." Cur> aUrrrtlacmntil In riloTOPI.AY M.\C3.^7.1NF. h ruamnlml.