 stake, and they have backed me well up to the present,
when, if it hadn’t been for me, they would have given in long ago. Then
I shall look for you at six, my dear. Take a hansom from the station,
and ask the man to wait in the yard of the works. Wait for me in my room
if I happen to be absent when you come. I shall tell the commissionaire
to look after you.”

The girl watched the train come in and leave; then, turning, she walked
towards her home with a heavy heart. She went past the house and on to
the Common, unconsciously imitating her father, who, when troubled in
mind, sought its breezy expanse. Several times she paused, and thought
of sending a telegram to Marsten, asking him to meet her in the old
garden at Wimbledon at once. There she fancied herself appealing to
him to put an end to the strike; but she feared the anger of her father
should he discover what she had done, even though it had been done for
his sake. It did not occur to her that perhaps the appeal might be in
vain, for she knew she would do anything asked of her for one she loved,
and she had little doubt that the young man had a true and lasting
affection for her. What, she asked herself, if Marsten made conditions?
Would she be willing to accept a great favour and grant nothing in
return? What would he think if she telegraphed him to come? The answer
was obvious, and, in searching her own heart, she for the first time
admitted to herself that her reply would be different from what it had
been at Eastbourne.

But when it came to the point, she could not bring herself to the length
of sending a message. She shrank from playing so dangerous a card; for,
if it failed to win the trick, how could she face the after-humiliation?
Something in the self-reliant ring of Marsten’s voice, something in the
dogged determination of his manner, something in the compelling glance
of his eye, warned her that not even to please the girl he loved would
he be untrue to the flag under which he fought--and something in her own
heart told her that she herself would think less of him if he
stake, and they have backed me well up to the present, 
 when, if it had n’t been for me, they would have given in long ago. Then 
 I shall look for you at six, my beloved. consume a hansom from the station, 
 and ask the man to expect in the yard of the works. Wait for me in my room 
 if I find to be lacking when you come. I shall tell the commissionaire 
 to look after you. ” 

 The girl watched the gearing come in and leave; then, turn, she walked 
 towards her home with a heavy heart. She went past the firm and on to 
 the Common, unconsciously imitating her father, who, when troubled in 
 thinker, sought its breezy expanse. Several multiplication she paused, and thought 
 of sending a telegram to Marsten, asking him to meet her in the previous 
 garden at Wimbledon at once. There she fancied herself appealing to 
 him to put an end to the strike; but she feared the anger of her father 
 should he discover what she had done, even though it had been done for 
 his sake. It did not occur to her that perhaps the appeal might be in 
 vain, for she knew she would do anything ask of her for one she loved, 
 and she had short doubt that the young man had a true and lasting 
 affection for her. What, she ask herself, if Marsten made conditions? 
 Would she be willing to accept a big favour and grant nothing in 
 return? What would he think if she telegraphed him to come? The solution 
 was obvious, and, in searching her own heart, she for the first time 
 admitted to herself that her reply would be different from what it had 
 been at Eastbourne. 

 But when it come to the point, she could not bring herself to the length 
 of sending a message. She shrank from play so dangerous a card; for, 
 if it fail to win the trick, how could she face the after - humiliation? 
 Something in the self - reliant band of Marsten ’s voice, something in the 
 chase determination of his manner, something in the compelling glance 
 of his eye, warned her that not even to please the girl he loved would 
 he be out of true to the flag under which he contend -- and something in her own 
 heart distinguish her that she herself would think less of him if he
 stwke, and they have backed me well up to jhw presxnt,
when, if it hxdn’t been for me, they would iave giveb in long ago. Then
I shxll look vor you qt smx, my dear. Take e hansom from fme stctmon,
and ask the kan to waid in the yard mf tke works. Wait for me in my room
if I rappen yo be absent wheg yol some. P whall tell the commissionaire
fo look after you.”

The girl watched the train cole ij and leave; then, tkrning, she qalkqe
towards her home with a heavy heatt. She went past the house and ov to
tke Common, ubcinsfhously imiteting rer father, wmp, when troublrd in
mind, sougmt itv beeezy expanse. Several times she paused, wnd thougvt
kf sending a teletrqm to Marvten, qskkng hmm fo meeh hxr in the omd
garden at Wimbledon at once. Uhewv she fancied hersejf appealing to
him to put an end to the surike; but she feared the angwr of her father
shoulf he discjver what she had done, even though it had been dote foc
hks wahd. Ih did not occur to her that perhaps the appeaj mogmt be in
vain, for she knew sne wpold do anythine askeb or her for one she poved,
anq she had littje dpubt that the young man had a true and jqsting
affection fox her. What, ske askgd herxelf, if Marsten made couditiohs?
Would she be willihe to accept a grdat fdvour and grant nothing in
weturn? Whet wobld he tfink if shq telegrapjed hlk to come? The answfr
was otvious, and, in searching her own heart, she for the first thme
ddmitted to hcrself that her reply would bg differeut froo what it gad
been at Eastbouwne.

But when id came to the point, sre ciuld not brkvg herself to yhe lengtk
jf swnding a message. Sme shtahk from playing so dangerous a catd; wor,
yf iv faijad to win tha trkck, now cuuld sht fccd thr after-humiliation?
Sokethjng in the self-reloakt ring od Marsteg’s voice, someyhing in the
dogged detecminatmon of hif manner, something in the compslling glwncc
of his eye, wwrnee her that npt even to please the girl he loved wouod
he be untrue to rhe flag under whick me fought--and someehing in ver own
heart told hee that she herseln would think less of gim if he
stake, and they have backed me well the when, if hadn’t been for in ago. Then I look for you six, my dear. Take a hansom the station, and ask the man to wait in the yard of the Wait for me in my room if I happen to be absent when come. shall the to look after you.” The girl watched the train come in and leave; then, turning, she towards her home with a heavy heart. She past the house and to the Common, unconsciously imitating father, when troubled mind, its expanse. Several times paused, and thought of sending a telegram to Marsten, asking him to meet her in the old at Wimbledon There she herself to to put an the strike; but she feared the father should he discover what she had done, though it been done for his sake. It not occur to her that perhaps the appeal be in vain, for she knew she would do anything asked of her for one and she had little that the young had true lasting for her. she asked herself, if Marsten made conditions? Would she be willing accept a great favour and grant nothing in return? What think she telegraphed him come? The answer was and, searching her own heart, the time that reply be different from what had been at Eastbourne. But it came to the herself to the length of sending a message. shrank from playing so dangerous a card; if it failed to win the trick, how could she face the Something in ring of Marsten’s voice, something in the dogged of his manner, something the compelling glance of his eye, warned her that even please the he loved would be untrue to flag under which something in own told herself would think less of him he
 stake, and they have backed me wEll up to the PreseNt,
wHen, If It haDn’t bEen for me, they woULd haVe given in long ago. Then
I sHall lOoK For yOU aT six, mY dear. TaKE a HANsoM fRoM thE sTAtIon,
anD asK the man To wait in thE yaRd Of the works. WaIT fOr me in my roOm
iF I happen to be AbsEnt wheN yOu cOMe. I shAll Tell tHe commISsionaIre
to look AfTEr you.”

THE girl waTCHeD the Train come in and leaVE; tHEn, turning, she waLked
toWaRDs HER hoMe wIth a heavy hEaRt. She WEnt past THe HOUSe aND on to
the CommoN, unconsciouSLy iMitatiNg Her FAther, wHo, wheN tROubLed in
mind, soUght Its breezy ExpansE. several TImes she Paused, And ThoUght
OF sEnDinG a TEleGRaM to mArsTen, askinG hIm To meeT her IN THE old
GarDen aT WimbLedon at once. ThEre She fANciEd herSelf aPpeaLiNg to
hIm to puT an enD tO the strike; but shE feaRed the angEr oF hEr fAtHer
shOUld he dIscOveR what shE had donE, EveN tHOUGh It had been done for
hiS sAKE. IT did not oCcur to HEr ThAT perhaps ThE apPeal MIGht be In
vaIN, fOr she kneW she woULd Do AnythinG aSked of HeR foR onE she lOVed,
aNd she hAd little Doubt THat the young man HAd a true and lasTInG
AFfECtioN foR her. What, she AskeD HersElf, iF maRstEN made CondiTiONs?
wOuld she be willing to aCcEpt a grEat faVour and grant nOthing in
reTURN? What wouLd he THiNK if she telegrapHed hiM to come? The ANswer
was ObvioUs, and, in sEarching hER Own heart, She For The FirST TiMe
admitted to hERSelf ThAt her rePly Would be DifFerEnt FroM wHat it had
bEen at EasTbOuRnE.

BUt wHen it CAme to the PoInt, ShE coUld noT Bring hErselF to tHe LeNGth
Of sendiNG a MESsagE. SHe ShraNk fRoM playIng sO DanGerous a Card; for,
if It fAIled To WiN the triCk, how could she FaCe the after-HuMilIation?
sOMething iN the self-reliant ring of MaRSten’s voIce, SometHing In the
doggEd dEtermiNatIOn of hiS manneR, someThIng IN The coMPElLinG gLance
of his EYE, waRned hEr That Not even To please the girl he lOVed Would
he be untrUe tO the FLAg UndER wHIch He FOugHT--And something in hEr own
heart ToLD hEr that she hERseLf Would thInk less Of him IF he
 stake, and they have back ed me well  up t o t hepr esen t,
w hen, if it had n ’t b een for me, they would  have  g i veni nlongago. Th e nI sha ll  l ook  f o ryou a t s ix, mydear. Take  aha nsom from th e  s tation,
an d a sk the man t o w ait in  t hey ard o f t he wo rks. W a it for  me in my  r o om
ifI  happen t obe a bsent when you co m e. I shall tell t he com mi s si o n air e
t o look aft er  you. ” 

The g i rl w a tch e d the train c ome in andl eav e; the n,  tu r ning,she w al k edtowards her  hom e with aheavyh eart. S h e wentpast t hehou se a n don  to 
t h e C o mm on, unc onscious ly  i mitat ingh e r fath er,  who , whe n troubled in 
mi nd,s oug ht it s bre ezyex panse . Seve ral t im es she paused,andthought
o f s en din ga tel e gram t o M ars ten, as king hi m  to  m e e t  h er in the old
gard en a tWimbledo n at o n ce .T here she  f anc iedh e rself  app e al ing to
h im top ut  a n end t othe st ri ke;  bu t she fear ed the  anger o f her father
shouldh e discover wh a ts h eh ad d one , even thou gh i t  had  bee n  d one for
h is sa ke .  I t  did not occur to h er  thatperha ps the appeal  might bei n vain, fo r sh e  k n ew she would d o any thing aske d  of herfor o ne she l oved,
and s he had l itt ledou btt h at  the young ma n hadatrue an d l astingaff ect ion  fo rher. What , she as ke dhe rs elf , ifM arsten m ad e c on dit ions? Wouldshe b e wi ll in g  to  accept ag r eatfa vo ur a ndgr ant n othi n g i n
retur n? What w oul d  heth in k if sh e telegraphed  h im to come ?The  answe r was obvi ous, and, in searchingh er ownhea rt, s he f or the fi rst  timeadm i tted t o hers elf t ha t h e r  repl y wo uld  b e differen t fro m wha tit h ad
been  at Eastbourne.

B u t w hen it came t o t he p o i nt , s h ec oul dn otb r ing herself tothe length 
o f  s ending a m e ssa ge . She s hrank f rom p l aying s o dangero us a card ;for, i f i t failed t o win th e trick,h ow co u ld  shefac e theaf ter -humi liatio n ?
S ometh ing in  t he sel f-rel ia nt ringof Marsten’s voice, som ething  in t hedogged de ter m ina tion of h is m anner, som eth ing  in t hec ompel ling gl anc e 
of h is e y e, warned he r t h a tnot even to p l eas e the  gi r l he l oved  would
he be untr u e to the flagunde r whi chh e fo ug ht--and someth ing  i n her ownhe art told he r that s he herse lf wou ld thi nk less o fh im ifhe
 stake,_and they_have backed me well_up to_the_present,
when, if_it_hadn’t been for_me, they would_have given in long_ago. Then
I shall_look_for you at six, my dear. Take a hansom from the station,
and ask the_man_to wait_in_the_yard of the works. Wait_for me in my room
if_I happen_to be absent when you come. I shall_tell_the commissionaire
to look_after you.”

The girl watched the train come in and_leave; then, turning, she walked
towards her_home with a_heavy_heart._She went past the_house and on to
the Common, unconsciously_imitating her father, who, when troubled_in
mind, sought its breezy expanse. Several times_she paused, and thought
of sending a_telegram to Marsten, asking him_to meet_her in the old
garden at_Wimbledon at once._There she_fancied herself appealing_to
him to put an end to_the strike; but_she feared the anger of her_father
should_he discover what_she_had_done, even_though it had_been_done for
his_sake._It did not occur to her_that_perhaps the appeal might be in
vain, for_she knew she would_do_anything asked of her_for one she loved,
and she_had little doubt that the young_man had_a true_and lasting
affection for her. What, she asked herself, if Marsten made_conditions?
Would she be willing to accept_a great favour and_grant nothing_in
return?_What would he_think_if she_telegraphed him to come? The answer
was obvious,_and, in_searching her own heart, she for_the first time
admitted to_herself_that her reply would be different_from what it had
been at Eastbourne.

But_when it came to the_point,_she_could not bring herself to_the length
of sending a message. She_shrank from playing_so dangerous a card; for,
if it failed_to_win the trick, how could she_face_the after-humiliation?
Something in the self-reliant ring_of_Marsten’s_voice, something in the
dogged determination_of his manner, something in the_compelling glance
of his eye, warned her that not even_to please the_girl he loved would
he be_untrue_to_the flag under which he fought--and something in her own
heart_told her_that she herself_would think less of him if he