heard, for as she raised her eyes, he stood there
at her side, the sad feature about his mouth and
his great honest eyes gazing wonderingly at her.
She felt her purpose melt within her; he looked
so good and so unhappy. Then again came the
thought of her father and of her own wrong,
and the bitterness again revived.

"Go away," cried she, in a voice half
reluctantly tender and half defiant. "Go away,
I say; I don't want to see you any more."

"I will go to the end of the world if you
wish it," he answered, with a strange firmness.

He picked up his jacket which he had dropped
on the ground, then turned slowly, gave her
mother long look, an infinitely sad and hopeless
one, and went. Her bosom heaved violently
--remorse, affection and filial duty wrestled
desperately in her heart.

"No, no," she cried, "why do you go? I did
not mean it so. I only wanted--"

He paused and returned as deliberately as he
had gone.

Why should I dwell upon the days that followed--
how her heart grew ever more restless,