The secret of the club-rooms, so far as girls were concerned, never became fully known to Middleville gossips.  Strange and contrary rumors were rife for a long time, but the real truth never leaked out.  There was never any warrant sworn for Lane’s arrest.  What the general public had heard and believed was the story concocted by Thesel and Swann, who claimed that Lane, over a gambling table, had been seized by one of the frenzied fits common to deranged soldiers, and had attacked them.  Thesel lost his left eye and Swann carried a hideous red scar from brow to cheek.  Neither the club-room scandal nor his disfigurement for life in any wise prevented Mrs. Maynard from announcing the engagement of her daughter Margaret to Richard Swann.  The most amazing news was to hear that Helen Wrapp had married a rich young politician named Hartley, who was running for the office of magistrate.  According to Blair, Daren Lane had divided Middleville into two dissenting factions, a large one who banned him in disgrace, and a small one who lifted their voices in his behalf.  Of all the endless bits of news, little and big, the one that broke happily on Lane’s ears was the word of a nurse, who told him that during his severe illness a girl had called on the telephone every day to inquire for him.  She never gave her name.  But Lane knew it was Mel and the mere thought of her made him quiver.

By the time Lane was strong enough to leave the hospital an early winter had set in.  The hospital expenses had reduced his finances so materially that he could not afford the lodgings he had occupied before his illness.  He realized fully that he should leave Middleville for a dry warm climate, if he wanted to live a while longer.  But he was not greatly concerned about this.  There would be time enough to consider the future after he had fulfilled the one hope and ambition he had left.

Rooms were at a premium.  Lane was forced to apply in the sordid quarter of Middleville, and the place he eventually found was a small, bare hall bedroom, in a large, ramshackle old house, of questionable repute.  But beggars could not be choosers.  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.  Upon returning, he found that snow had begun to fall heavily.  Already the streets were white.  Suddenly the thought of the nearness of Christmas shocked him.  How time sped by!

That night he dressed himself carefully, wearing the service uniform he had so well preserved, and sallied forth to the most fashionable restaurant in Middleville, where in the glare and gayety he had his dinner.  Lane recognized many of the dining, dancing throng, but showed no sign of it.  He became aware that his presence had excited comment.  How remote he seemed to feel himself from that eating, drinking, dancing crowd!  So far removed that even the jazz music no longer affronted him.  Rather surprised he was to find he really enjoyed his dinner.  From the restaurant he engaged a taxi.