know who my parents were."

"Good Heaven, you-you don't mean you were waif?"

"A waif without a name, Lieutenant Bray. This is not self-abasement;
it is not the parading of misfortune. It is because you have made
the mistake of loving me. If you care less for me now than you did
before, you will spread this information throughout the army."

"Believe me, I am not that sort."

"Thank you. Knowing what you now do, could you ask me to be your
wife?"

"Don't put it just that way," he stammered.

"Ah, I see. It was a cruel question. And yet it proves that you do
not love as Graydon Bansemer loves."

"Some day you may find out all about your parents and be happy.
You may have been abducted and---" he was saying, his face white
and wet. Somehow he felt that he was chastening himself.

"Perhaps," she said quietly. "I might not have told you this had
not the story been printed in every newspaper in the States just
before I left. You see, I did not know it until just a few months
ago. I thought you might have read of me. I--I am so notorious."

"Jane, dear Jane, you must not feel that way!" he cried, as she
started quickly away. "It's---" But she turned and motioned for