him reproachfully, her mouth visibly trembling.

"What is it?" he asked gently.

"Why, Father, you are so cold and hard, and you have not even--"

"Wait till Monday night, Ruth. Then I will do anything you ask me. Now go
back to your mother, but understand, not a word of this to her yet. I
shall not recur to this again; meanwhile we shall both have something to
think of."

That afternoon Dr. Kemp received the following brief note: --

BEACHAM'S, August 25, 188--..

DR. KEMP:

DEAR SIR,-

Have you forgotten that my daughter is a Jewess; that you are a Christian?
Till Monday night I shall expect you to consider this question from every
possible point of view. If then both you and my daughter can
satisfactorily override the many objections I undoubtedly have, I shall
raise no obstacle to your desires.
Sincerely your friend,
JULES LEVICE.

In the mean time Ruth was thinking it all out. Love was blinding her,
dazzling her; and the giants that rose before her were dwarfed into
pygmies, at which she tried to look gravely, but succeeded only in smiling