of another car, smashed his fender and then slewed off of the road and went over—into Kipapa Gulch."
"Oh!" said Evalani. "Kipapa! That death trap! And—and was he killed?" she asked, in a hushed voice.
"Yes," said Dick. "Instantly."
Evalani sat silent, her lip caught between her teeth and her big eyes fixed upon his.
"I know, dear," said Dick, putting his other hand over the one which he held, and smiling down at her gently. "You feel as if you ought to be sorry, and you are not, and you don't know how to be; not through any feeling of vengeance, but only because it spells safety for your boy and relief from anxiety for you."
"But it seems so dreadful not to be sorry when someone has died." Dick was silent; only pressed her hand softly. Evalani heaved a big sigh. "And yet, just to think, I won't have to worry about David any more—or, at least, not so much, and—" The fingers of her free hand played nervously with the blossoms in her lap, "and I was so dreadfully afraid of what might happen if you were to meet him—after this."
"Well," said Dick, "I don't know, myself, what might have happened, no matter how wise my resolutions might have been; but we don't have to think about that now, for Fate has taken it all out of our
