"Will you? well now that's kind and brave of you, I am sure. And
speaking of a man, Miss Arnold, that reminds me. While inspecting a
train at the first station, we found a young gentleman aboard, who was
coming to Shreveport here, expressly to see you. His name was
Harkness"--

"O, Doctor!" interruptingly exclaimed Agnes, as the color left her
cheeks and lips. "I hope you did not permit him to come into this
danger!"

A far duller observer than the doctor could have seen the intense love
of this beautiful girl for the young man referred to.

"He's out of peril, Miss Agnes," explained the doctor, "for we refused
to allow him to pass in."

No actress ever trod the stage on whose features the emotions of
pleasure and regret portrayed themselves at once, as on the face of
Agnes when heard these words.

"Would you rather have had us permit his entrance?" asked the doctor.

"For my own satisfaction and curiosity I would rather have had it so,
Doctor. But for his sake, no; a hundred times no."

"Ah, Miss Arnold, heart disease is sometimes worse than Yellow Jack,"
remarked the doctor half-seriously.

"Yes, yes, it is always so," said Agnes earnestly.