river. As she looked, suddenly pale points of light appeared on
a distant headland.

"Is that New Madrid?--Oh, is it, Mr. Carrington?"' she cried
eagerly.

"I reckon so," but he did not alter his position.

"But you're not looking!"

"Yes, I am--I'm looking at you. I reckon you'll think me crazy,
Miss Malroy-presumptuous and all that but I wish Memphis could be
wiped off the map and that we could go on like this for ever!
--no, not like this but together--you and I" he took a deep breath.
Betty drew a little farther away, and looked at him
reproachfully; and then she turned to the dancing lights far down
the river. Finally she said slowly:

"I thought you were--different."

"I'm not," and Carrington's hand covered hers.

"Oh--you mustn't kiss my hand like that--"

"Dear--I'm just a man--and you didn't expect, did you, that I
could see you this way day after day and not come to love you?"
He rested his arm across the back of her chair and leaned toward
her.

"No--no--" and Betty moved still farther away.