and for the sake of the child or the children that might be. In our love
of moral sham and glitter, we overlook the real beauties of human
morality; we even are so dim or vulgar sighted that we do not see them
when they are shown to us.

As Norman awakened, he reached for the telephone, said to the boy in
charge of the club exchange: "Look in the book, find the number of a
lawyer named Branscombe, and connect me with his office." After some
confusion and delay he got the right office, but Dorothy was out at
lunch. He left a message that she was to call him up at the club as soon
as she came in. He was shaving when the bell rang.

He was at the receiver in a bound. "Is it you?" he said.

"Yes," came in her quiet, small voice.

"Will you resign down there to-day? Will you marry me this afternoon?"

A brief silence, then--"Yes."

Thus it came about that they met at the City Hall license bureau, got
their license, and half an hour later were married at the house of a
minister in East Thirty-third Street, within a block of the Subway
station. He was feverish, gay, looked years younger than his
thirty-seven. She was quiet, dim, passive, neither grave nor gay, but
going through her part without hesitation, with much the same patient,
plodding expression she habitually bore as she sat working at her
machine--as if she did not quite understand, but was doing her best and
hoped to get through not so badly.