I know him fairly well and--" "Let's not talk about it, Sybil," said her brother, quietly.
"Oh, all right, Jack." They rode on in silence, Romayne gloomily keeping his eye on the trail before him until they neared the Gwynne gate, when the young man exclaimed abruptly: "My God, it would be a crime!" "Whatever do you mean, Jack ?" "To allow that brute to get possession of that lovely girl." "But, Jack," persisted his sister.

"Brute ?" "Sybil, I have seen them with women, their own and other women; and, now listen to me, I have yet to see the German who regards or treats his frau as an English gentleman treats his wife.

That is putting it mildly." "Oh, Jack!" "It ought to be stopped." "Well, stop it then." "I wish to God I could," said her brother..