, too."

But in a moment, while she was pondering over the affair, the vehicle
came to a sudden stop, and, looking out, she saw it was standing before
the wide entrance-gate of a parsonage.

"Here we are!" cried Kendal, holding out his hand to her.

"I have not said that I would marry you," she cried. "How dared you
bring me here?"

"That fact was settled between you and me so long ago that you surprise
me by your words," he said, angrily.

"There is such a thing as a person changing her mind," said Dorothy, as
she leaped from the carriage, and stood facing him under the trees.

"Surely you do not mean that you have changed yours?" retorted Kendal,
knowing that his best policy was to temporize with her.

"I have, indeed," declared the girl; "and you will therefore oblige me,
Mr. Kendal, by re-entering your carriage and driving along."

"Do you think I would leave you here, Dorothy," he said, in his most
winning voice--"here, at this strange parsonage? I should say not! If
you object to marrying me now, I know it is only through pique; but
still I say that I shall await your own good time; and, as the song
goes, 'When love has conquered pride and anger, you will call me back
again.' Do get in, Dorothy, darling; do not make a scene here. See! they
are watching us from the window. Get in, and we will drive on to
Yonkers. It is only four miles farther up the road. I promise you you
shall have your own way. Mrs. Kemp is at the old home. You will be
welcomed with open arms."

"Take your hand off my arm, or I shall scream!" cried the girl,
struggling to free herself.

Quick as a flash he seized her, and, with the rapidity of lightning,
thrust her back into the coach.

"Drive on--drive on!" Kendal yelled to the driver--"you know where!" and
despite Dorothy's wild, piercing cries, the coach fairly flew down the
white, winding road, and was soon lost to view amid the dense trees.

It soon became evident to Dorothy that she was only losing her strength
in shouting for help.

Kendal was leaning back in his seat, with the most mocking smile on his
lips that ever was seen.

"It is a pity to waste so much breath on the desert air," he sneered. "I
would advise you to stop before you become exhausted, as there is no one
to hear you and to come to your aid."

But Dorothy did not heed, and renewed her cries the more vociferously.

He had said thoughtlessly, that her cries would startle the horses,
never dreaming that t