In her earlier years she and her mother had been accustomed to look things squarely in the face, and to work out their own careers; a game of chance, it is true, until her mother's marriage with the elder Breen; but they had both been honest careers, and they had owed no man a penny.

Garry had fought the battle for her within the last few years, and in return she had loved him as much as she was able to love anybody but she had loved him as a man of honor, not as a thief.

Now he had lied to her, had refused to listen to her pleadings, and the end had come.

What was there left, and to whom should she now turn--she without a penny to her name--except to her stepfather, who had insulted and despised her.

She had even been compelled to seek help from Ruth and Jack; and now at last to accept it from Mr.Grayson--he almost a stranger.