You would forego everything, and God help me, you would receive nothing worth having.

I am unworthy--" "Not that word, John," cried Dorothy, again covering his mouth with--well, not with her hand.

"I shall give up a great deal," she continued, "and I know I shall suffer.

I suffer even now when I think of it, for you must remember that I am rooted to my home and to the dear ones it shelters; but I will soon make the exchange, John; I shall make it gladly when the time comes, because--because I feel that I could not live if I did not make it." "My father has already consented to our marriage," said John.

"I told him to-day all that had passed between you and me.