Mr.Bowen will be there; I arranged with him last night; he will drive over with his wife and daughter, who will be our witnesses, dear.

We could have gone to his house, but I thought it would seem more like a real wedding in a church, you know." Betty did not answer him, her eyes were fixed straight ahead, the last vestige of color had faded from her face and a deathly pallor was there.
This was the crowning horror.

She felt the terrible injustice she was doing the man at her side, the depth and sincerity of his devotion was something for which she could make no return.

Her lips trembled on the verge of an avowal of her love for Carrington.

Presently she saw the church in its grove of oaks, in the shade of one of these stood Mr.
Bowen's horse and buggy.
"We won't have to wait on him!" said Norton.
"No--" Betty gasped out the monosyllable.
"Why--my darling--what's the matter ?" he asked tenderly, his glance bent in concern on the frightened face of the girl.
"Nothing--nothing, Charley." They had reined in their horses.