He held up his long, powerful arms and said, meditatively:
"No. Gestures arrayed like that could hardly move an audience."
The shadows fell across the blue eyes again and they swept him with a critical expression.
"I didn't tell you that Ruth saved my life."
Gordon turned suddenly.
"Yes, and it was a shock to me I'll never get over. I don't know whether I could have done as much for her under similar circumstances, with two children clinging to me and life depending on a moment's time perhaps. But she did it, swiftly and beautifully. To tell you the truth, I've quite fallen in love with her. She is a wonderful little woman. I've been sitting here for hours wondering at the meanness of a man who could desert her. Those great soulful eyes of hers! When I looked up into them, crying like a poor coward for life—I, who had robbed her of what she held dearer than life—I saw only a tender mother's soul looking down at me. Frank, I fear your spell over me is broken. You're a poor piece of clay. The blaze in that car lit up some corners of my soul I never saw before. I think I'll despise all men and love all women after to-day. What fools and puppets we are!"
The man made no reply. He only looked out the window at the flying landscape and saw the sweet face of a little girl.
