the man I love and behind his back! I wish to be alone."

He rose but met her look without flinching.

"You can send ME away," he said gently, "but you can't send
away my words. And if they're true you'll feel them when you get
over your anger. You'll do what you think right. But--be SURE,
Pauline. Be SURE!" In his eyes there was a look--the secret
altar with the never-to-be-extinguished flame upon it. "Be
SURE!, Pauline. Be SURE."

Her anger fell; she sank, forlorn, into a chair. For both, the
day had shriveled and shadowed. And as he turned and left the
room the warmth and joy died from air and sky and earth; both of
them felt the latent chill--it seemed not a reminiscence of
winter past but the icy foreboding of winter closing in.

When Olivia came back that evening from shopping in Indianapolis
she found her cousin packing.

"Is it something from home?" she asked, alarmed.

Pauline did not look up as she answered:

"No--but I'm going home--to stay--going in the morning. I've
telegraphed them."

"To stay!"

"Yes--I was married to Jack--here--last fall."