loves his rival."
"Oh-h!" moaned the girl, and bowed her head upon the child's fair hair. "Oh, it is useless, useless!" she cried out suddenly; "It is all such a terrible muddle, and there is no way ever to make it clear. No one would ever understand. I was so young and I loved him so—I loved him so!"
Dick stood up and began walking back and forth the length of the lanai. He felt a wild, unreasoning hatred for this fair-haired dead rival of his. "I can't understand it!" he burst forth. "You knew the other man before, and yet you married David Malua—and then went back to the other man. If you loved McKnight, why did you marry David Malua? But when you did marry him, why couldn't you have—been square?"
The girl was deathly silent for a moment; then she rose up quietly with the child in her arms, and went and laid him softly upon a couch; then she returned and came and stood before Dick where he had stopped near the rail of the lanai. The tears were all gone from her eyes now and her head was poised high on her slender neck. "You say," she said distinctly, "that you do not understand. Is it needful that you should understand? I have not asked your comments upon my behavior."
"But you didn't play the game," protested Dick, nursing his own jealous suffering and his antagonism toward this unsporting quality of her which
