sacrifice. "She is too nice a girl to let him know she is
making a sacrifice," he thought, "or giving up anything for
him, but SHE won't forget it." And Carlton again commended
himself for not having asked any woman to make any sacrifices
for him.

They left Constantinople for Athens one moonlight night, three
days after the Hohenwalds had taken their departure, and as
the evening and the air were warm, they remained upon the
upper deck until the boat had entered the Dardanelles. There
were few passengers, and Mrs. Downs went below early, leaving
Miss Morris and Carlton hanging over the rail, and looking
down upon a band of Hungarian gypsies, who were playing the
weird music of their country on the deck beneath them. The
low receding hills lay close on either hand, and ran back so
sharply from the narrow waterway that they seemed to shut in
the boat from the world beyond. The moonlight showed a little
mud fort or a thatched cottage on the bank fantastically, as
through a mist, and from time to time as they sped forward
they saw the camp-fire of a sentry, and his shadow as he
passed between it and them, or stopped to cover it with wood.
The night was so still that they could hear the waves in the
steamer's wake washing up over the stones on either shore, and
the muffled beat of the engines echoed back from either side
of the valley through which they passed. There was a great
lantern hanging midway from the mast, and shining down upon
the lower deck. It showed a group of Greeks, Turks, and
Armenians, in strange costumes, sleeping, huddled together in
picturesque confusion over the bare boards, or wide-awake and
voluble, smoking and chatting together in happy company. The