"I have never given him the least right to say anything."

"I almost wish you were safely married to him. He has not made a great
success of his life, but he is your equal and his manners are perfect.
I shall live in constant fear now of your marrying a horror with a
twang and a toothpick."

"I promise you I won't do that--and that I never will marry Jack
Emory."




II



Betty Madison had exercised a great deal of self-control in resisting
the natural impulse to cultivate a fad and grapple with a problem.
Only her keen sense of humour saved her. On the Sunday following her
return, while sauntering home after a long restless tramp about the
city, she passed a church which many coloured people were entering.
Her newly awakened curiosity in all things pertaining to the political
life of her country prompted her to follow them and sit through the
service. The clergyman was light in colour, and prayed and preached in
simpler and better English than she had heard in more pretentious
pulpits, but there was nothing noteworthy, in his remarks beyond a
supplication to the Almighty to deliver the negro from the oppression
of the "Southern tyrant," followed by an admonition to the negro to