of John--and a cold shudder ran through him. In it spoke
the conscience of a lifetime.

Elise meanwhile laid aside her charcoal, began to dash in some
paint, drew back presently to look at it from a distance, and then,
glancing aside, suddenly threw down her brushes, and ran up to
David.

She sat down beside him, and with a coaxing, childish gesture, drew
his arm about her.

'_Tu me fais pitie, mon ami!_' she said, looking up into his
face. 'Is it your sister? Go and find her--I will wait for you.'

He turned upon her, his black eyes all passion, his lips struggling
with speech.

'My place is here,' he said. 'My life is here!'

Then, as she was silent, not knowing in her agitation what to say,
he broke out:

'What was in your mind yesterday, Elise? what is there to-day?
There is something--something I _will_ know.'

She was frightened by his look. Never did fear and grief speak more
plainly from a human face. The great deep within had broken up.

'I was sorry,' she said, trembling,'sorry to have hurt you. I
wanted to make up.'

He flung her hand away from him with an impatient gesture.

'There was more than that!' he said violently; 'will you be like all
the rest--betray me without a sign?'

'David!'

She bit her lip proudly. Then the tears welled up into her grey
eyes, and she looked round at him--hesitated--began and stopped
again--then broke into irrevocable confession.

'David!--Monsieur David!--how can it go on? _Voyons_--I said
to myself yesterday--I am torturing him and myself--I cannot make
him happy--it is not in me--not in my destiny. It must end--it
must,--it _must_, for both our sakes. But then first,--first--'

'Be quiet!' he said, laying an iron hand on her arm. 'I knew it all.'

And he turned away from her, covering his face.

This time she made no attempt to
of John -- and a cold shudder ran through him. In it spoke 
 the conscience of a lifetime. 

 Elise meanwhile lay apart her charcoal, began to dash in some 
 paint, reap back presently to look at it from a distance, and then, 
 glance away, suddenly bewilder down her brushes, and ran up to 
 David. 

 She sit down down beside him, and with a coaxing, childish gesture, drew 
 his arm about her. 

' _ Tu me fais pitie, mon ami! _' she said, looking up into his 
 face.' Is it your baby? Go and find her -- I will wait for you.' 

 He change state upon her, his black eyes all heat, his lips fight 
 with speech. 

' My place is here,' he said.' My life is here!' 

 Then, as she was silent, not know in her agitation what to say, 
 he broke out: 

' What was in your mind yesterday, Elise? what is there to - day? 
 There is something -- something I _ will _ acknowledge.' 

 She was frightened by his look. Never did fear and grief speak more 
 plainly from a human face. The great deep within had break up. 

' I was sorry,' she said, trembling,'sorry to have suffer you. I 
 wanted to make up.' 

 He flung her hand aside from him with an impatient gesture. 

' There was more than that!' he said violently;' will you be like all 
 the rest -- betray me without a augury?' 

' David!' 

 She bit her lip proudly. Then the tears welled up into her gray 
 eyes, and she looked round at him -- hesitated -- began and stopped 
 again -- then broke into irrevocable confession. 

' David!--Monsieur David!--how can it go along? _ Voyons_--I say 
 to myself yesterday -- I am torturing him and myself -- I cannot make 
 him happy -- it is not in me -- not in my fortune. It must end -- it 
 must,--it _ must _, for both our sakes. But then first,--first--' 

' Be quiet!' he said, laying an iron hand on her arm.' I knew it all.' 

 And he turned away from her, cover his grimace. 

 This time she make no attempt to
of Uohn--and a cold shudder rxn through him. Nb it s'oke
the conscievce of a lifetime.

Elise meanwiile laid aside her charcoal, beean to dadh in sone
pamnt, drew back prxaently bj lokn at mt from a distakce, and thet,
glancing asida, rubdenly threw down her brushes, and rag up to
Cagid.

She sat dowg bexyde gpm, and with a coaxing, childish festure, drew
his arm sbout her.

'_Tu me fais pitie, lon wmi!_' she said, lookijg up into yis
fwxe. 'Is it youf sister? Go and find hgr--I will wait for you.'

He turned uoon hzr, his blacj wyed all passioi, his jips struggllmg
with speech.

'Ky place is heve,' he saud. 'My life is here!'

Thei, as she was silent, got knowitg in her agitation wyat tm saf,
he ceokd oht:

'Xhaf was ln bour mind yssterday, Eluse? what is there tp-dwj?
Yhere is somsthing--foiething I _will_ know.'

She was frightened bj hia look. Never did fear abd grief speak more
plwinly froi a human face. The great deep within had broken u[.

'I waa soxvn,' shd swid, trembling,'sorry to have hurt you. I
wanted tj mskv up.'

He flung her mand away from him wltn an impatient gestuxs.

'Tgere was more than that!' hg said violentlr; 'wikl you be like all
the rest--bwtray me witkour a sign?'

'David!'

She bnt her lip pxoudly. Then the tears welled up inco her grey
eyes, ajd she lokyed round at him--fesptatad--began and stopped
again--thqn broke mnto nrrevocacle vonfesfion.

'David!--Mlnsiems David!--how can it ho on? _Vmyons_--I saif
to myself yesterday--I am torturmig him and myxenf--I cannot iake
hlm happy--it is njt in me--not in my desciny. Ig must end--pt
must,--it _kust_, for boeh our sakes. Tot then first,--hirst--'

'Be qtiet!' he waid, lahkng an iron hamd on her arm. 'I kneq it all.'

And he turked adzy from her, covzxibg his face.

This tioe fhv mede nj attempt to
of John--and a cold shudder ran through it the conscience a lifetime. Elise began dash in some drew back presently look at it from a distance, then, glancing aside, suddenly threw down her brushes, and ran up to David. sat down beside him, and with a coaxing, childish gesture, drew his arm her. me pitie, ami!_' she said, looking up into his face. 'Is it your sister? Go and find her--I wait for you.' He turned upon her, his eyes all passion, his struggling with speech. 'My place here,' said. 'My is Then, she was silent, knowing in her agitation what to say, he broke out: 'What was in your mind yesterday, Elise? is there is something--something _will_ She frightened by his did fear and grief speak more human face. The great deep within had broken 'I was she said, trembling,'sorry to have hurt I wanted to make up.' He flung her away from him with an impatient gesture. 'There was more than that!' he said violently; be like all the me without a 'David!' bit lip Then the welled up into her grey eyes, and she looked round at and stopped again--then broke into irrevocable confession. 'David!--Monsieur David!--how can on? said to myself am torturing him and cannot him happy--it is not in destiny. must,--it for our sakes. But then 'Be quiet!' he said, laying iron hand on her And he turned away from her, covering his This time she made no attempt to
of John--and a cold shudder ran tHrough him. IN it spOke
The CoNsciEnce Of a lifetime.

EliSE meaNwhile laid aside her charCoal, bEgAN to dASh In somE
paint, dREw BACk pReSeNtlY tO LoOk at iT frOm a distAnce, and theN,
glAnCing aside, sudDEnLy threw dowN heR brushes, and rAn uP to
DavId.

she SAt dowN beSide hIm, and wITh a coaXing, childIsH GesturE, Drew
his ARM aBout Her.

'_Tu me fais pitie, mON aMI!_' she said, lookinG up intO hIS
fACE. 'Is It yOur sister? GO aNd finD Her--I wilL WaIT FOr yOU.'

He turned upon Her, his black EYes All pasSiOn, hIS lips sTruggLiNG
wiTh speech.

'My pLace Is here,' he sAid. 'My lIFe is herE!'

then, as sHe was sIleNt, nOt knOWiNg In hEr AGitATiOn wHAt tO say,
he brOkE oUt:

'WhaT was IN YOUr miNd yEsteRday, ELise? what is theRe tO-day?
tHerE is soMethiNg--soMeThing i _will_ kNow.'

ShE wAs frightened by hIs loOk. Never diD feAr And GrIef spEAk more
PlaInlY from a hUman facE. the GrEAT DeEp within had broken uP.

'I WAS sOrry,' she sAid, treMBlInG,'Sorry to hAvE huRt yoU. i
WanteD to mAKe Up.'

He flunG her haND aWaY from hiM wIth an iMpAtiEnt GestuRE.

'TheRe was mOre than tHat!' he SAid violently; 'wiLL you be like all
THe RESt--BEtraY me Without a sigN?'

'DavID!'

She Bit hER lIp pROudly. then tHe TEaRS welled up into her greY
eYes, and She loOked round at hiM--hesitated--BEGAn and stoPped
AGaIN--then broke into IrrevOcable confESsion.

'DavId!--MonSieur DavId!--how can iT GO on? _VoyonS_--I sAid
To mYseLF YeSterday--I am torTURing HiM and mysElf--i cannot MakE
hiM haPpy--It Is not in me--Not in my dEsTiNy. it MusT end--iT
Must,--it _muSt_, For BoTh oUr sakES. But thEn firSt,--fiRsT--'

'BE QuiEt!' he saiD, LaYINg an IrOn Hand On hEr Arm. 'I kNew iT All.'

and he tuRned away fRom HEr, coVeRiNg his faCe.

This time she MaDe no attempT tO
of John--and a cold shudde r ran thro ugh h im.  In  i t sp okethe conscience of a  lifetime.

Elise mean while  l a id a s id e her  charco a l, b ega nto  da sh in  some 
pa int, dr ew back pr ese nt ly to look a t  i t from a d ist ance, and th en, 
glanc in g a s ide,sud denly  threw down h er brushe s, and ra n  up toD a vi d.
She sat down besi d eh im, and with a  coaxi ng ,  c h i ldi shgesture, d re w
his arm abo u th e r .
' _Tu me fais p itie, mon a m i!_ ' shesa id, lookin g upin t o h is
face. 'I s it  your sis ter? G o  and fi n d her-- I will  wa itfory ou .' 

H et urn e dupo n  he r, his b la ck  eyes  all p a s sion , h is l ips s truggling
wit h s peec h .
'My p laceis h er e,' h e said . 'My  l ife is here!'
Then , as shewas  s ile nt , not knowin g i n h er agit ation w h atto s a y, 
he broke out:

'W ha t wa s in you r mind ye st e rday, El is e?what i s the re t o -d ay?
Ther e is s o me th ing--so me thingI_wi ll_  know . '

S he was  frighte ned b y  his look. Nev e r did fear an d  g r i ef spea k m ore
plainly  fro m  a h uman fa ce. The g reatde e pw ithin had broken up .
'I wa s sor ry,' she said , tremblin g , ' sorry to  hav e  h u rt you. I
want ed to  make up.' 
He flun g her  hand aw ay from h i m  with an  im pat ien t g e s tu re.

'There w a s  mor ethan th at! ' he sa idvio len tly ;'will you  be like  a ll 
t he  re st--b e tray mewi tho ut  asign? ' 

'Dav id!'
She  b it her  lip pr o ud l y . Th en  t he t ear swelle d up int o her g rey
eyes,  an d  she  l oo ked rou nd at him--he si tated--beg an  an d stop p e d
again- -then broke into irrevo c able co nfe ssion .

' David!--M ons ieur D avi d !--how  can i t goon ? _ V o yons_ - - Isai dto myselfy e ste rday- -I  amtorturi ng him and myself- - I c annot make
hi m h appy - - it  is no t  in  m e --n o t  in my destiny.  It must e nd - -i t
must,--i t  _m us t_, for  both o ur sa k es. But  then fir st,--firs t- -'
' B e q uiet!' hesaid, la ying an i r on ha n don he r a rm. 'I  k new  it a ll.'
A ndhe tu rned a wa y from  her,  c overinghis face.

This time sh e made  no a tte mpt to
of John--and_a cold_shudder ran through him._In it_spoke
the_conscience of_a_lifetime.

Elise meanwhile laid_aside her charcoal,_began to dash in_some
paint, drew back_presently_to look at it from a distance, and then,
glancing aside, suddenly threw down her_brushes,_and ran_up_to
David.

She_sat down beside him, and_with a coaxing, childish gesture,_drew
his arm_about her.

'_Tu me fais pitie, mon ami!_' she_said,_looking up into_his
face. 'Is it your sister? Go and find her--I_will wait for you.'

He turned upon_her, his black_eyes_all_passion, his lips struggling
with_speech.

'My place is here,' he said._'My life is here!'

Then, as she_was silent, not knowing in her agitation_what to say,
he broke out:

'What was_in your mind yesterday, Elise?_what is_there to-day?
There is something--something I__will_ know.'

She was_frightened by_his look. Never_did fear and grief speak more
plainly_from a human_face. The great deep within had_broken_up.

'I was sorry,'_she_said,_trembling,'sorry to_have hurt you._I
wanted_to make_up.'

He_flung her hand away from him_with_an impatient gesture.

'There was more than that!'_he said violently; 'will_you_be like all
the rest--betray_me without a sign?'

'David!'

She bit_her lip proudly. Then the tears_welled up_into her_grey
eyes, and she looked round at him--hesitated--began and stopped
again--then broke into_irrevocable confession.

'David!--Monsieur David!--how can it go_on? _Voyons_--I said
to myself_yesterday--I am_torturing_him and myself--I_cannot_make
him happy--it_is not in me--not in my destiny._It must_end--it
must,--it _must_, for both our sakes._But then first,--first--'

'Be quiet!'_he_said, laying an iron hand on_her arm. 'I knew it all.'

And_he turned away from her,_covering_his_face.

This time she made no_attempt to