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So, after they had travelled and quarrelled all the way from Southwark to Blackheath, and from Blackheath to Rochester, he mounted a good horse and galloped away into Sussex. But, there galloped after him, on a better horse, one Alexander Iden, who came up with him, had a hard fight with him, and killed him.
*Called also yenchi These uplands were regarded as of little value compared with rice-fields. There were also three other kinds of special estates, namely, iden, or lands granted to mark official ranks; shokubunden, or lands given as salary to office-holders; and koden, or lands bestowed in recognition of merit.
There was no heat in this room, and Lane decided that what time he spent in it must be in bed. He would not give any one his address. Once installed here, Lane waited only a few days to assure himself that he was strong enough to carry out the plan upon which he had set his heart. Late that afternoon he went to the town hall and had a marriage license made out for himself and Mel Iden.
"I've got to go back to work.... But I'll think and we can talk it over. I still live where you used to come as a boy.... How strange life is!... Good day, Lane." Lane felt more than satisfied with the result of that interview. Joshua Iden would go home and tell Mel's mother, and that would surely make the victory easier.
But now, that it was over, he felt a kind of relief, and told himself that it was of no consequence what happened to him. All that mattered was for him to achieve the few tasks he had set himself. Then he thought of Mel Iden. She had been driven from home and would know what it meant to him. The longing to see her increased. Every disappointment left him more in need of sympathy.
I fought for her, and I fought for a dream that existed only in my heart. Lorna Alas!... I fought for other women, all women and you, Mel Iden. And in you, in your sacrifice and your strength to endure, I find something healing to my sore heart. I find my ideal embodied in you. I find hope and faith for the future embodied in you. I find "
Lane knew that he moved, but he seemed not to have any feeling in his legs. The cabman put a hand back to open the door. "Mel, here he is," called out Iden, cheerfully. Lane felt himself being pushed into the cab. His knees failed and he sank forward, even as he saw Mel's face. "Daren!" she cried, and caught him. Then all went black.
She learned to-day from Doctor Bronson how ill you were. And so she's come to take you home." Mel Iden! The name seemed a part of the past. This was only another dream, thought Lane, and slowly fell back upon his bed. "Say, aren't you able to sit up?" queried this visitor Lane took for the spectre of a dream. He advanced into the room. He grasped Lane with firm hand.
Mel is far above these painted, bare-kneed girls who scorn her.... And I want to show them what I think of her. I want to give her boy a name so he'll have a chance in the world. I'll not live long. This is just a little thing I can do to make it easier for Mel." "Lane, you can't be the father of her child," burst out Iden. "No. I wish I were. I was never anything to Mel but a friend.
A little frown puckered her smooth brow and there was a gleam in her eye. "Seems to me I heard some of the kids talking last summer," she mused, ponderingly. "Vane Thesel was stuck on Mel Iden and Dot Dalrymple both before the war. Dot handed him a lemon. He's still trying to rush Dot, and the gossip is he'd go after Mel even now on the sly, if she'd stand for it."
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