My only regret is that, now I am at home again, I do not see so much of you, sweetheart, as I had anticipated." "Walter," she exclaimed in a slow, changed voice, after a brief silence, "there is a reason.

Please do not ask me to tell you--because--well, because I can't." And, drawing a long breath, she added, "All I beg of you is to remain patient and trust in me.

I love you; and I love no other man.

Surely that should be, for you, all-sufficient.

I am yours, and yours only." In an instant he had folded her slight, dainty form in his arms.