“Now you know it all, forgive me!”
“Never, while I live!” he cried. “What ungodly wretchedness you’ve made that child suffer! And you were married all the time to Morse, and the mother of that poor little boy!”
“Yes,” sobbed Molly.
Then a sudden thought took possession of him.
“You and Morse made Jinnie write me that first letter.”
Molly nodded.
“May God forgive you both!” he stammered, and whirled out of the room.
An hour later, with new strength and purpose, Theodore threw a few clothes into a suitcase, ordered the fastest motor in the garage, and was standing on the porch when Molly came swiftly to him.
“Theodore,” she said, with twitching face, “if you go away now, you won’t find me here when you get back.”
He glanced her over with curling lip.