light of certain things. You must be my wife, Jane."

"I cannot, Graydon. That is final. Don't! Don't plead, dear. It
will not avail. Look into my eyes. Don't you see that I mean it,
Graydon?"

"By Heaven, Jane, your eyes are lying to me. You can't mean what
is back of them. It's cruel--it's wrong"

"Hush! you must not become excited. You are far from strong, and
I am still your nurse. Be---"

"You are my life--you are everything. I can't give you up It's
ridiculous to take this stand. Be sensible. Look at it from my
point of view."

"There is only one point of view and love has nothing to do with
it. Come, let us talk of something else. Have you heard from
your--your father? Does he know you've been injured?"

He looked long into her tense face and then muttered, with the
sullen despair of the sick: "I don't know. I've had no word from
anyone."

"The despatches have doubtless given your name. One of the Chicago
correspondents was talking about you recently. Your father will
surely write to you now."

"Are you eager to have him do so? I should think you'd hate his
name. I can't help caring for dad, Jane. I tried to curse him one