Women are illogical--that's why they marry us."

The major concluded his advice by giving Garrison a hearty thump on the
back. Then he prepared to charge his wife's boudoir; to resume the peace
conference with right on his side for the nonce.

Garrison slowly made his way down-stairs. His face was set. He knew his
love for Sue was hopeless; an absurdity, a crime. But why had she broken
the engagement? Had Waterbury said anything? He would go over and face
Waterbury; face him and be done with it. He was reckless, desperate.
As he descended the wide veranda steps a man stepped from behind a
magnolia-tree shadowing the broad walk. A clear three-quarter moon was
riding in the heavens, and it picked out Garrison's thin set face.

The man swung up, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hello, Bud!"

It was Dan Crimmins.



CHAPTER X.

"THEN I WAS NOT HONEST."

Garrison eyed him coldly, and was about to pass when Crimmins barred his
way.

"I suppose when you gets up in the world, it ain't your way to know
folks you knew before, is it?" he asked gently. "But Dan Crimmins has a
heart, an' it ain't his way to shake friends, even if they has money. It