Would it make any difference with him.

She tried to put the chilling thought from her, for it made her heart turn cold as ice.

Her gentle eyes did not close in sleep all the long night through.

Her pillow was wet with tears.

The one prayer on her lips was: "I pray to Heaven this may make no change in him; that he will care for me as much as when he sent me the poem." She had not seen Lester Armstrong since he had taken his new position as proprietor of the great establishment, and now, when his bell rang for her, no wonder the girl's heart leaped into her mouth, and involuntarily she looked into the long pier glass eagerly.