Here is a story in which one blow is dealt, killing two hearts. The woman is a woman from the depths, but withal a woman. One with all the instincts of love undeveloped, one with a heart steeled to commit crimes, a woman who has the primitive instincts only. Even her name, “Steve,” is suggestive of the undeveloped womanhood. She is but a thief, one of a gang, really a daughter of an old crook. He orders her to loot the home of rich John Stonleigh. Armed with the combination of the safe which her father has smuggled from Stonleigh’s butler, she enters the household and proceeds with her nefarious work. Stonleigh discovers that a theft is about to be perpetrated, and whistles for the police, who rush to the mansion. As Stonleigh realizes that the thief is a girl, with large soulful eyes, he obeys an impulse. Instead of giving her over to the police, he hides her in an adjoining room. When the police leave, the girl and the man have a heart-to-heart talk. The man, against all traditions, finds that he is wonderfully interested in this little unkempt girl. As for the girl, this handsome, kind-hearted man appeals to her and for the first time in her life, she is ashamed of her rags. She hears as one in a dream the kind suggestion being made by John Stonleigh. She agrees and leaves, the man remaining in a brown study, unable to fathom the psychological problem which confronts him. When the girl reaches the west, she resolves that henceforth her life will be one of honesty. A correspondence is developed and soon Stonleigh realizes that he loves the girl. How often “Steve” is tempted to resort to her old tactics, to steal. Would the hideous instinct ever desert her? Then a vision of her John would appear and she would hate herself for harboring such thoughts. It meant a fight. A fight for her freedom of soul and she won. But suddenly his letters did not come, and try as she might, she could not help believing that her lover had changed. Perhaps he has met another. Then she decides that she cannot bear the suspense and asking for leave, she departs for New York. Once again she is in the garden of John Stonleigh. Peeping in through the window she is horrified to behold a sight which freezes the very blood in her arms. There are flowers everywhere and entering she finds why John has not written. John is dead. So an unkind fate wrecks the life of a woman. “Steve” resolves to remain true to her lover’s memory and, alone in her room, she vows that her fight is won.