him to cease. There were tears in her eyes. He stood stock still.
"She's wonderful!" he said to himself, as she walked away. "Even
now, I believe I could--Pshaw! It ought not to make any difference!
If it wasn't for my family--What's in a name, anyway? A name---"
He started to answer his own question, but halted abruptly, squared
his shoulders and then with true Southern, military bearing strode
away, murmuring:

"A name is something; yes, family is everything."

Jane went at once to Graydon. His great grey eyes smiled a glad
welcome. She took his hand in hers and sat upon the ground beside
him, watching his face until they were ready to resume the journey.

"Would it not be better if he were to die?" she found herself
wondering, with strange inconstancy to her purpose. "Why could it
not have been I instead of he? How hard it will be for us to live
after this. Dear, dear Graydon, if--if I only were different from
what I am."

Not a word of his father's conduct toward her, not a word of blame
for the blow his father had struck. She held him to no account for
the baseness of that father; only did she hold herself unfit to be
his wife. All of the ignominy and shame fell to her lot, none to
the well-born son of the traducer.

Fortune and strength went hand in hand for the uext two days and
the famished, worn-out company came to the coast. The wounded men
were half-delirious once more for lack of proper attention, and the
hardships of travel. But the ill-wind had spent its force. Bray's