“Your mother is breaking her heart for you. She thinks of nothing else. All night she keeps a light burning to let you know.” She broke into a sob. “I've seen it. To-night I saw it--for the last time.” “It is pitiful how she waits and waits,” he went on quietly. “She takes out your dresses and airs them. All the playthings you used when you were a little girl she keeps near her. She--” “Don't! Don't!” she begged. “Your place is set at the table every day, so that when you come in it may be ready.” At that she leaned against the crates and broke down utterly. Jeff knew that for the moment the battle was won. He slipped out of his rain coat and made her put it on, coaxing her gently while the sobs shook her. He led her by the hand back to Pacific Avenue, talking cheerfully as if it were a matter of course. Here Marchant met them. “I want a cab, Oscar,” Jeff told him. While he was gone they waited in the entrance to a store that sheltered them from the rain. Suddenly the girl turned to Jeff. “I--I was going to do it to-night,” she whispered. He nodded. “That's all past now. Don't think of it. There are good days ahead--happy days. It will be new life to your mother to see you. We've all been frightfully anxious.” She shivered, beginning to sob once more. Not for an instant had he withdrawn the hand to which she clung so desperately. “It's all right, Nellie...All right at last. You're going home to those that love you.” “Not to-night--not while I'm looking like this. Don't take me home to-night,” she begged. “I can't stand it yet. Give me to-night, please. I...” She trembled like an aspen. Jeff could see she was exhausted, in deadly fear, ready to give way to any wild impulse that might seize her. To reason with her would do no good and might do much harm. He must humor her fancy about not going home at once. But he could not take her to a rooming house and leave her alone while her mind was in this condition. She must be watched, protected against herself. Otherwise in the morning she might be gone. “All right. You may have my rooms. Here's the cab.” Jeff helped her in, thanked Marchant with a word, got in himself, and shut the door. They were driven through streets shining with rain beneath the light clusters. Nellie crouched in a corner and wept. As they swung down Powers Avenue they passed motor car after motor car filled with gay parties returning from the theaters. He glimpsed young women in furs, wrapped from the cruelty of life by the caste system in which wealth had incased them. Once a ripple of merry laughter floated to him across the gulf that separated this girl from them. A year ago her laughter had been light as theirs. Life had been a thing beautiful, full of color. She had come to it eagerly, like a lover, glad because it was so good.