Evelyn slowly opened her eyes. "Don't cry, kid, its best this way--you still have a chance--Mickey, promise you will--" slowly her words came, then a faint shudder, and her head fell forward. Evelyn was no more. There is nothing greater than to give one's life for that of a friend. Evelyn had made the Great Gesture. A shot was heard outside. People ran out to see what it was. Pearl and Mickey looked at each other. "It's the guy that done this," said a man. "One shot was all he needed to finish him, right through the heart." Six weeks since Evelyn had been buried. Pearl had not been in Juarez since that night. Harry had called up several times, but she had only seen him once, and tonight the desire to see him was so great she called up Mickey and made a date with her to meet on the Mexican side and see Harry. It wouldn't be the same without Evelyn, but she still had Harry and he could always be depended on--he loved her--she knew that. "Hello, darling," said Mickey as she put her arms around Pearl. "You look a little peaked; let's have a little drink and then we will go in and see the floor show." "All right," said Pearl, as she turned to the bar. They had their drinks and found a table where they could see Harry and the show. Pearl was happy for the first time in weeks. She loved Harry dearly; with him she could start all over and face life on a different plane. He saw her and waved, and soon he come over to them. "Well, it's been some time since I've seen you--how are you?" said Harry as he leaned over the table. "Fine, Harry, and you look wonderful." "Listen, darling, you will have to excuse me tonight--I won't be able to see you after the show. I've got an engagement, about some business, but I'll give you a ring in a day or so," as he left the table. Pearl looked at Mickey--Mickey looked at her glass as she laid her hand over Pearl's. "Forget it, kid, he's not worth it--have another drink and let's get out of here." Pearl couldn't speak. The thing she depended on had been suddenly swept away from her. She wanted to cry--she couldn't. She wanted to scream--she couldn't do that. She was too numb to even think much. Harry, who she had loved, and whom she thought loved her, had given her the cold freeze-out. She drank her whiskey--it did no good--water would have had the same effect now--nothing really mattered. She and Mickey wandered from bar to bar until closing time of the bridge. "Do you want to come out to my place tonight, Pearl, honey? You are always welcome," asked Mickey. "I guess so," answered Pearl, "but let's go to the State's Cafe before we go home--I want a sandwich." "Do you think it's best to go to the States, dear?" "Sure, I'll be all right." "Let's go."