"But, my dear boy, don't be insane. There is the problem we were
discussing last night. Have you a solution of it? And first catch
your hare. Have you caught your pretty hare yet? I'll admit it's
possible. Women are fools over such fellows as you when they should be
adhesive to good, plodding members of society, like the friend who is
now advising you, but Miss Cornish is not a fool, you see, and I don't
think you deserve her."
"For that matter, neither do I," he answered; "but I will deserve her
yet. I must do more of many things, and cease to do many things. I
believe I comprehend better now than I ever did the words in the
service, 'We have done those things and left undone,' and all that.
But you'll see a difference. I'll make her proud of me. That's the
right way to become clean, isn't it, old man?"
I said I thought it a wholesome and commendable resolution, on general
principles, and, of course, the idol would gradually disintegrate. All
idols were of clay. But it didn't matter about the idol, so long as
the effect was produced. He might count on me any time for good
advice. He only glared at me, and called me hard names, and we dropped
in at the club and finished our cigars, and separated.
CHAPTER XIX.
PURGATORY.
And Grant Harlson made love to Jean Cornish and won her heart.
But all the time, unconsciously, he was a man of false pretensions, one
dishonorable and unworthy of her. His friends knew of his marriage and
its sequel. He had never concealed nor thought of concealing his
condition, and it never occurred to him that Jean Cornish was not aware
of it. He had supposed her, if she cared for him as he hoped, to be
somewhat troubled, but to understand that he would do no mean thing,
and that all would be well in time. Then came the sorrow of it, for
Jean Cornish learned, quite accidentally, that Grant Harlson was a man
with a living wife.
She would not believe it at first, and, when convinced, was dazed and
could not understand. No such shock had ever before come into her
life. This man, of whom she had made a hero, a trickster and a liar!
It seemed as if the world were gone! There was a meeting and an
explanation, and she learned how wrong she had been, in one way.
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