“Oh, I won’t do it, Evans. You have your work.”
“It won’t hurt me. And I am going to boss you around a bit.” He stooped and kissed her. “You are too precious to lose, Mumsie.”
She clung to him. “What would I do without you, my dear?”
He helped her up the stairs. And as she climbed slowly, his arm about her, he thought of that dark moment by the bridge.
If those young voices had not come to him in the night, this loving soul might have been stricken and made desolate; left alone in her time of greatest need.
CHAPTER XXII
AT THE OLD INN
Once more the Washington papers had headlines that spoke of Delafield Simms. He had married a stenographer in Frederick Towne’s office. And it was Towne’s niece that he had deserted at the altar.
And most remarkable of all, Edith Towne had been at the wedding. It was Eloise Harper who told the reporters.