Bessy, I'll care for you as a friend--as a brother--as a man who has almost lost his faith and who sees in you some hope to keep his spirit alive.

I'm unhappy, Bessy.
Perhaps you can help me--make me a little happier....

Anyway, I trust you.

Good-bye now.

To-night, at eight o'clock." Lane went home to his room and earnestly gave himself up to the perusal of the writings Bessy Bell had given him.