y, which came back to her unbidden, had no
power to add to the hopelessness of her feelings. Every emotion was
wrapped in the thought that she was about to be robbed of all the
fruits of the one great passion of her life.

She had one desire now, one motive in life only. It was the man she
had married. The man she had designed to marry for the station and
wealth he could offer her, and who had almost instantly become the
centre of her whole life. Nothing of any worldly consideration counted
any longer. There was nothing could interest her of which he did not
occupy the centre of the focus. Self dominated still, but it was a
more human type of self, which had, perhaps, some rightful claim on
human sympathy.

The shadows grew, and the wide airy room was filled with a hundred
added terrors which claimed reality in the troubled brain. The silence
of the world about her became a threat. The darkening of the cloudless
sky beyond the open window. She sat on, refusing to invoke the aid of
lamp-light to banish the gathering legions of her dread. She knew it
was impossible to banish them.

Oh, she had no physical fear of the world about her. What was there to
fear? Did she not know it all? Had she not lived it all before? The
two wide open windows invited her. She moved to one of them, and drew
a chair so that she could rest upon the sill and gaze out into the
space so perfectly jeweled. And the cool night air fanned her cheeks,
and seemed to relieve the fever that was raging behind her hot eyes.

The morrow. There was no other concern with her now but--the morrow.
To-morrow Jeff would return. To-morrow she would know the worst, she
would know if the purpose of Fate were for or against her. Oh, that
to-morrow! And in the meantime there were interminable hours of
darkness to endure, when sleep was impossible. And after that the
daylight, when she must fear every eye that was turned in her
direction, when every moment brought nearer the possibility of the end
for her of all things in the world which mattered.

The night wore on. Midnight came and passed. She had not moved again.
Her straining eyes had watched the starry groups as they set beyond the
horizon. There was no moon to create shadows upon the wide, rolling
pasture before her. Everything was in shadow, just as her every
thought was similarly enwrapped. There was no relief anywhere.

Once she heard a sound that set her jarred nerves hammering