born where we first met. There'll be no danger. No one shall harm us
with that little life trembling in the balance--the little precious
life. If it's a girl-child she'll be the mother of her people; and
if it be a man-child he shall grow up to carry on his father's work.
So there--there--me darlin', we'll go back--we'll go back."

She shook her head feebly. "I can't," she said.

"Why not, dear?"

"I didn't want to tell you. But now you make me. Frank, dear, I am
ill"

His heart almost stopped. "Ill? Oh, my darlin', what is it? Is it
serious? Tell me it isn't serious?" and his voice rang with a note
of agony.

"Oh, no, I don't think so. I saw the doctor to-day. He said I must
be careful--very careful until--until--our baby is born."

"An' ye kept it all to yerself, me brave one, me dear one. All
right. We won't go back. We'll stay here. I'll make them find me
work. I'm strong. I'm clever too and crafty, Angela. I'll wring it
from this hustling, city. I'll fight it and beat it. Me darlin'
shall have everything she wants. My little mother--my precious
little mother."

He cradled her in his strong arms and together they sat for hours
and the pall of his poverty fell from them and they pictured the
future rose-white and crowned with gold--a future in which there