"And her mother didn't," she
thought.

But it's all been wrong, somehow, and the only way I know to make
it right is to go away, as your father did. Please, please let that
make it right! You don't believe in divorce, of course, but I know
enough to know this marriage of ours is not a real marriage, and
could be put aside if people knew what sort of girl I have been.
The Bishop will help you, I am sure. So I have written him all
about it.

Kate gasped; but the courage of it brought up her drooping head again.

You must forgive me if you can, darling Philip, and thank you,
thank you, thank you for being so sweet to me always! You must
never worry about me, either. I am not going to die or anything
like that. There is somebody who will help me, who always would
have, only I didn't know it. I did him an injustice. Mother did not
tell me. I can't forgive mother for that quite yet, but I will some
day; and some day, perhaps, she will forgive me. You'll make her,
won't you, Phil?

Oh, I do love you both so much! It nearly breaks my heart to go
away from the precious little house, and the puppy, and Storm, and
baby Kitty, and everything. I've never been away before.--You won't
take off your winter flannels till the frost is out of the ground,
will you? Promise me! And don't try to find me, because I _don't
want to be found_. Only don't let mother fret about me. I shall
think about you always, no matter where I am.

JACQUELINE.

The two stared at each other for a moment without a word. Then Philip
said hoarsely, "She means Channing, of course!"

"No, no!" muttered the mother, shrinking, fighting against her own
conviction. "She loves you too much for that. It is you she loves, now.
She couldn't! She must have gone to Jemima. Oh, I am sure she has gone
to Jemima! Come, we'll telegraph."

She started for the Rectory at a gallop, her thoughts as usual
translating themselves into action. Over the telephone she dictated a
long wire to Jemima, carefully worded so that the curiosity of a country
telegraph operator should not be aroused. Her brain never worked better
than in an emergency.

"Now," she said briskly, turning to the dazed and silent Philip, "come
up and show me what you want in your bag."

"Where am I to go?" he asked vaguely.

"I'll tell you as soon as I hear from Jemima. But there is no time to