uniformly courteous and kindly.

Necessarily they saw much of each other. The morning rides, formerly
with Garrison, were now taken with Mr. Waterbury. This was owing partly
to the former's close application to the track, partly to the courtesy
due guest from hostess whose father is busily engaged, and in the main
to a concrete determination on Sue's part. This intimacy with Sue Desha
was destined to work a change in Waterbury.

He had come unworthy to the Desha home. He acknowledged that to himself.
Come with the purpose of compelling his suit, if necessary. His love
had been the product of his animalistic nature. It was a purely sensual
appeal. He had never known the true interpretation of love; never
experienced the society of a womanly woman. But it is in every nature
to respond to the highest touch; to the appeal of honor. When trust
is reposed, fidelity answers. It did its best to answer in Waterbury's
case. His better self was slowly awakening.

Those days were wonderful, new, happy days for Waterbury. He was
received on the footing of guest, good comrade. He was fighting to
cross the line, searching for the courage necessary--he who had
watched without the flicker of an eyelash a fortune lost by an inch of
horse-flesh. And if the girl knew, she gave no sign.

As for Garrison, despite his earnest attention to the track, those were
unhappy days for him. He thought that he had voluntarily given up Sue's
society; given it up for the sake of saving his skin; for the fear of
meeting Waterbury. Time and time again he determined to face the turfman
and learn the worst. Cowardice always stepped in. Presently Waterbury
would leave for the North, and things then would be as they had been.