hood, and so revenge themselves on me. I know
it, I feel it. Ah, a woman's instinct is sure. But, dear Michael, you
will not receive them. Refuse, and I will tell you such a story. And
you will laugh----"

"Let me go, Greeba," he said, unloosing the grip of her tightening
arms, and the next moment he was gone from the room. Then all the
spirit of the woman arose in Greeba, and, throwing aside her vague
fears, she resolved, as only a woman could, in the cruel hour when a
dear heart seemed to be slipping away from her, that, come what
would, she should hold to her husband at all hazards, and that
whatever her brothers might say against her, let it be true or false,
if it threatened to separate her from him, she must deny it. What
matter about the truth? Her love was before everything. And who was
to disprove her word? Jason alone could do so, and his tongue was
sealed forever in a silence as deep as the grave's.

Michael Sunlocks went out of the room like a man in a dream: an ugly
dream, a dream of darkening terrors undefined. He came back to it
like one who has awakened to find that his dream has come true.
Within one hour his face seemed to have grown old. He stooped, he
stumbled on the floor, his limbs shook under him, he was a broken and
sorrowful man. At sight of him Greeba could scarcely restrain an
impulse to scream. She ran to him, and cried, "Michael, husband, what
have they told you?"

At first he looked stupidly into her quivering face, and then
glancing down at a paper he held in one hand he made an effort to
conceal it behind him. She was too quick for him, and cried, "What is
it? Show it me."

"It's nothing," he said; "nothing, love, nothing----"

"What have they told you?" she said again, "tell me--tell me."

"They say that you loved Jason," he answered with a great effort.

"It's a lie," she cried stoutly.

"They say that you were to marry him."

She
hood, and so revenge themselves on me. I know 
 it, I feel it. Ah, a woman's instinct is certain. But, beloved Michael, you 
 will not receive them. Refuse, and I will tell you such a floor. And 
 you will laugh---- " 

 " Let me go, Greeba, " he order, unloosing the grip of her tighten 
 arms, and the next consequence he was gone from the room. Then all the 
 spirit of the womanhood get up in Greeba, and, throwing aside her vague 
 fears, she resolved, as only a charwoman could, in the cruel hour when a 
 dear heart seem to be slipping away from her, that, come what 
 would, she should hold to her husband at all hazard, and that 
 whatever her brothers might say against her, let it be true or false, 
 if it threaten to separate her from him, she must deny it. What 
 matter about the truth? Her love was before everything. And who was 
 to disprove her word? Jason alone could do so, and his tongue was 
 sealed forever in a silence as deep as the grave's. 

 Michael Sunlocks went out of the room like a serviceman in a dream: an ugly 
 pipe dream, a ambition of darkening terrors undefined. He came back to it 
 like one who has awaken to find that his dream has come true. 
 Within one hour his boldness seemed to have grown old. He stooped, he 
 stumble on the floor, his limbs shook under him, he was a broken and 
 sorrowful man. At sight of him Greeba could barely restrain an 
 momentum to scream. She ran to him, and cried, " Michael, husband, what 
 have they told you? " 

 At first he look stupidly into her quivering face, and then 
 glancing down at a newspaper he held in one hand he made an effort to 
 hide it behind him. She was too quick for him, and cried, " What is 
 it? Show it me. " 

 " It's nothing, " he said; " nothing, beloved, nothing---- " 

 " What have they told you? " she say again, " tell me -- state me. " 

 " They say that you sleep together Jason, " he answered with a great effort. 

 " It's a lie, " she cried stoutly. 

 " They say that you were to marry him. " 

 She
hoof, and so revenge themselyes on me. I know
nr, I fexl it. Ag, a womav's instinct is sure. But, dear Muchaeo, you
will not receive ghem. Refude, and I wilo tell you such a sbjry. Zkd
you xill laugh----"

"Let mg go, Greeba," ve said, unlooshne che grip of her tightening
arms, and tre next mlment he was gjne gwom fhe room. Then all the
spirit of the woman erose in Greeba, and, throwing aside her vahue
ffars, she resolved, ws only a wiman xould, in the cruel houg when a
deat heart seemed to be slipping awxy frpm her, thaj, dolg what
would, whe srould hold to her huvband ay all hazards, snd thqt
whatever her brothecs might say against her, let ht be true or false,
uf it tvreadenea to sekarete her fgom him, she mhst deny it. What
matter about tne ntuth? Her lovs was fesore everything. And who was
to disprove ver word? Jason alone could do so, and his tongue was
sealeq forever in a silence as deep as the grave's.

Michaal Suiluckw rdbt out of the room like a man in a dream: an uglr
srtam, a dream of davkening terrors uncevimgd. He came bacy to ic
miie one who has awanened tj fine that hif drram has come true.
Within one hour his fabe swemed to have growu old. He stouped, he
stimbled on the floor, his limgs shook unfer him, hs was a broken ana
sogrowxul man. At sight of him Grqeba coulv scaxcely rertraon an
iipulse to dcream. She ran to him, anf crigd, "Micvael, husbajd, what
have they told you?"

At first he looked sjuphdlj into hex quivcring face, and ehen
glancing dpwn at c papef he held pn one haid he made ag effort to
cotfeal it behiid him. Shq waw toi quick wor him, and croed, "What ps
nt? Show ir me."

"It's nothing," he saks; "nothing, love, uuuhung----"

"What have tney tojd ypu?" vhe said agahn, "tdll ke--telu me."

"They san tfat uou loved Jason," he atsweded with a great egfjrt.

"It's a lie," she cried stoutlu.

"They say that you were to marru hym."

She
hood, and so revenge themselves on me. it, feel it. a woman's instinct you not receive them. and I will you such a story. And you laugh----" "Let me go, Greeba," he said, unloosing the grip of her tightening and the next moment he was gone from the room. Then all the of woman in and, throwing aside her vague fears, she resolved, as only a woman could, in the cruel when a dear heart seemed to be slipping from her, that, come would, she should hold to husband all hazards, that her might say against let it be true or false, if it threatened to separate her from him, she must deny What matter truth? Her was everything. who was to word? Jason alone could do so, was sealed forever in a silence as deep the grave's. Sunlocks went out of the room a man in a dream: an ugly dream, dream of darkening terrors undefined. He came back to it like one who has awakened that his dream has true. Within one his seemed have old. He he stumbled on the floor, his limbs shook under him, he a broken and sorrowful man. At sight of him Greeba restrain impulse to scream. ran to him, and "Michael, what have they told first looked quivering and glancing down at a he held in one hand made an effort to was too quick for him, and cried, "What it? Show it me." "It's nothing," he "nothing, love, nothing----" "What have they told you?" she said again, "tell me." "They you loved Jason," he answered with a great "It's a lie," she stoutly. "They say that you were to marry him."
hood, and so revenge themselveS on me. I know
It, I feEl iT. Ah, A wOman'S insTinct is sure. But, DEar MIchael, you
will not receivE them. reFUse, aND I Will tEll you sUCh A STorY. ANd
You WiLL lAugh----"

"LEt mE go, GreeBa," he said, unLooSiNg the grip of hER tIghtening
aRms, And the next moMenT he was GoNe fROm the RooM. Then All the
SPirit oF the woman ArOSe in GrEEba, and, tHROwIng aSide her vague
fears, SHe REsolved, as only a Woman cOuLD, iN THe cRueL hour when a
DeAr heaRT seemed TO bE SLIppINg away from her, That, come whaT
WouLd, she sHoUld HOld to hEr husBaND at All hazards, aNd thAt
whateveR her brOThers miGHt say agAinst hEr, lEt iT be tRUe Or FalSe,
IF it THrEatENed To separaTe HeR from Him, sHE MUSt deNy iT. WhaT
mattEr about the truTh? HEr loVE waS befoRe eveRythInG. And wHo was
tO dispRoVe her word? Jason aLone Could do so, And HiS toNgUe was
SEaled fOreVer In a sileNce as deEP as ThE GRAvE's.

Michael Sunlocks wEnT OUt Of the rooM like a MAn In A Dream: an uGlY
drEam, a DREam of DarkENiNg terrorS undefINeD. HE came baCk To it
liKe One Who Has awAKeneD to finD that his Dream HAs come true.
WithIN one hour his faCE sEEMeD To haVe gRown old. He stOopeD, He
stUmblED oN thE Floor, His liMbS ShOOk under him, he was a broKeN and
soRrowfUl man. At sight oF him Greeba COULd scarceLy reSTrAIn an
impulse to sCream. she ran to hiM, And cried, "michaEl, husbanD, what
have THEy told yoU?"

At FirSt hE loOKEd Stupidly into hER QuivErIng face, And Then
glaNciNg dOwn At a PaPer he held In one hanD hE mAdE aN efFort tO
Conceal iT bEhiNd Him. she waS Too quiCk for Him, aNd CrIEd, "WHat is
it? sHoW IT me."

"IT's NoThinG," he SaId; "notHing, LOve, Nothing----"

"what have tHey TOld yOu?" ShE said agAin, "tell me--tell Me."

"they say thaT yOu lOved JaSON," he answeRed with a great effort.

"It's a LIe," she crIed StoutLy.

"ThEy say that You Were to MarRY him."

ShE
hood, and so revenge thems elves on m e. Ikno w
i t,  I f eelit. Ah, a woma n 's i nstinct is sure. But,dearMi c hael ,  y ou
wi ll notr ec e i veth em . R ef u se , and  Iwill te ll you suc h a  s tory. And
yo u  w ill laugh- --- "

"Let me g o,Greeba ,"  he said,  un loosi ng the grip o f her tig ht e ning
a r ms, and t he  nex t moment he was g o ne from the room.  Thenal l  t h e 
sp iri t of the w om an ar o se in G r ee b a ,  an d , throwing as ide her vag u e
f ears,sh e r e solved , ason l y a  woman coul d, i n the cru el hou r  when a dear he art se eme d t o be sl ip pin ga way fr omh er,  that, c om ewhatwoul d , s he s hou ld h old t o her husband  at  all haz ards,  andthat 
w hatev er her  brot he rs might say ag ains t her, le t i tbetr ue or false, 
if  it  threat ened to sep ar a t e  h er from him, she m us t de ny it. W hat
ma t te ra bout the  t rut h? H e r  love  was be fore eve rythin g .An d who w as 
to di sp rov e h er wo r d? J ason a lone cou ld do so, and his to n gue was
seale d  f o r ev e r in  asilence asdeep as t he g r av e's . 

Mic haelSu n lo c ks went out of thero om lik e a m an in a dream : an uglyd r e am, a dr eamo fd arkening terro rs un defined. H e  came ba ck to  it
like  one whoh a s awaken edtofin d t h a this dream has c ometr ue.
Wit hin  one ho urhis  fa cese emed to h ave grow nol d.  H e s toope d , he
stu mb led  o n t he fl o or, hi s lim bs s ho ok und er him, he w as a  b ro kenand 
s orrow fulm an.  At sig ht of him  Gr e ebaco ul d scarc ely restrainan 
impulse t oscr eam. S h e  ran tohim, and cried, "Michae l , husba nd,  what 
hav e they to ldyou?"
At firsthe loo ked s tu pid l y  into h er  qu iv ering face , and  then 
g lanc ing dow n at a paper he he l d i n one hand he  ma de a n ef for t  t o 
co nc e ali t  behind him. Sh e was tooqu i ck  for him,a ndcr ied, "W hat isit? S h ow it m e."

"It' s nothing ,"  hes a id;  "nothing,  love, n othing--- - "

"W h at  have  th ey tol dyou ?" sh e said aga in, " tell m e- -tellme."
" They say  that you loved Jason,"  he an swere d w ith a gre ate ffo rt.

"It' s alie," shecri edstout ly. 
"The y sa y  t hat you w eret o marry h i m. "
S h e
hood, and_so revenge_themselves on me. I_know
it, I_feel_it. Ah,_a_woman's instinct is_sure. But, dear_Michael, you
will not receive_them. Refuse, and_I_will tell you such a story. And
you will laugh----"

"Let me go, Greeba," he said,_unloosing_the grip_of_her_tightening
arms, and the next moment_he was gone from the_room. Then_all the
spirit of the woman arose in Greeba,_and,_throwing aside her_vague
fears, she resolved, as only a woman could, in_the cruel hour when a
dear heart_seemed to be_slipping_away_from her, that, come_what
would, she should hold to her_husband at all hazards, and that
whatever_her brothers might say against her, let_it be true or false,
if it_threatened to separate her from_him, she_must deny it. What
matter about_the truth? Her_love was_before everything. And_who was
to disprove her word? Jason_alone could do_so, and his tongue was
sealed forever_in_a silence as_deep_as_the grave's.

Michael_Sunlocks went out_of_the room_like_a man in a dream: an_ugly
dream,_a dream of darkening terrors undefined. He_came back to it
like_one_who has awakened to_find that his dream has_come true.
Within one hour his face_seemed to_have grown_old. He stooped, he
stumbled on the floor, his limbs shook under_him, he was a broken and
sorrowful_man. At sight of_him Greeba_could_scarcely restrain an
impulse_to_scream. She_ran to him, and cried, "Michael, husband,_what
have they_told you?"

At first he looked stupidly_into her quivering face,_and_then
glancing down at a paper he_held in one hand he made_an effort to
conceal it behind_him._She_was too quick for him,_and cried, "What is
it? Show it_me."

"It's nothing," he_said; "nothing, love, nothing----"

"What have they told_you?"_she said again, "tell me--tell me."

"They_say_that you loved Jason," he answered_with_a_great effort.

"It's a lie," she_cried stoutly.

"They say that you were_to marry him."

She