ted thing, and her hands
were twisted and wrung beneath the stress of the overwhelming knowledge
which Tim had so joyously prattled out to her. She could hear him
now, boyishly enthusiastic, extolling Garth with the eager, unstinted
hero-worship of youth, and every word he said had pierced her like the
stab of a knife.

"If ever a chap deserved the V.C., Trent does, by Jove! It was the
bravest thing I've ever known, mother mine, for he told me afterwards,
he never expected that the top story would hold out till he got me away.
He'd seen it from the outside first, you know! And there was I, held
up with this confounded ankle, _and_ with a whole heap of plaster and a
brick or two sitting on my chest I thought I'd gone west that time, for
a certainty!"

And Tim chuckled delightedly, blissfully unconscious that with each
word he spoke he was binding upon his mother's shoulders an insuperable
burden of remorse.

It was Garth Trent who had saved her son--Garth Trent, to whom she owed
all the garnered happiness of her married life, yet whose own life's
fabric she had pulled down about his ears! And now, to the already
overwhelming magnitude of her debt to him, he had added this--this final
act of sacrifice.

With an almost superhuman effort, Elisabeth had forced herself to listen
quietly to Tim's account of his rescue from the shattered upper story of
the Selwyn's house--to listen precisely as though Garth's share in the
matter held no particular significance for her beyond the splendid one
it must inevitably hold for any mother.

But now, safe from the clear-sighted glance of Tim's blue eyes, she let
the mask slip from her and crouched against his door in uncontrollable
agony of spirit.

The sin which she had sinned in secret--which, sometimes, she had almost
come to believe was not a sin, so beautiful had been its fruit--revealed
itself to her now in all its naked ugliness.

Looking backward, down the vista of years, the whole structure of her
happiness appeared in its true perspective, reared upon a lie--upon
that same lie which had blasted Garth Trent's career and sent him out,
dishonoured, from the company of his fellows.

And this man from whom she had taken faith, and hope, and good
repute--everything, in fact, that makes a man's life worth having--had
given her the life of her son!

She dropped her face between her hands with a low moan. It was
horrible--horrible.

Then, afraid that Tim might hear her, sh