What a man he was! How strong and how fearless! How true-hearted and how his eyes could fill with love! She started up.

Love?
Love?
Ah, where was her joy! How chill the day had grown and how hateful the sunlight on the river.
She drew down the blind and threw herself once more upon the bed, shivering and sick with pain--the bitterest that heart can know.

Once more she started up.
"She is not worthy of him!" she exclaimed, aloud; "her heart is not deep enough; she does not, cannot love him, and oh, if some one would only let him know!" She would tell him herself.

No! No! Maimie's sharp arrow was quivering still in her heart.

Once more she threw herself upon the bed.