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Carley's edifice of hopes, dreales fell in

ruins about her It had been built upon false sands It had no ideal for

foundation It had to fall

So inevitable had forced her confession to Rust Dissimulation

had been a habit of her mind; it was more a habit of her class than

sincerity But she had reached a point in her mental strife where

she could not stand before Rust and let him believe she was noble and

faithful when she knew she was neither Would not the next step in

this painful metamorphosis of her character be a fierce and passionate

repudiation of herself and all she represented?

She went home and locked herself in her rooave up to her shame Scorned--despised--disil Rust! He had reverenced

her, and the truth had earned his hate Would she ever forget his

look--incredulous--shocked--bitter--and blazing with unutterable

contempt? Carley Burch was only another Nell--a jilt--a mocker of the

manhood of soldiers! Would she ever cease to shudder at ht ony

as you left Glenn Kilbourne alone to fight his! Men such as I am do

not want the save for

womanhood! Pass on to lesser men who loved the fleshpots and ould

buy your charesture, and writhed