it. I am sure it will give Dexie
much pleasure to hear of your kindness."

"You do not wish me to have any share in your happiness," Hugh said, with
downcast features. "Well, I daresay I would feel the same myself were I in
your place; but, be generous, Traverse. Think how long I have loved her,
before you ever saw her at all, and contrast the blank my life will be with
the happiness in store for you in the future. Let me do something for you,
Traverse."

"Believe me, McNeil, if there was anything you could do for me I would
gladly accept it, if only by way of atonement--not that I think that I
alone stood in your way, but for the pleasure I know it would be to you to
serve her or hers. My position is better than most men of my age, and since
I have won Dexie's hand I have frequently thought there is nothing more I
require to make me contented and happy."

There was a few minutes' silence, when Hugh asked, with a perceptible
paleness in his dark face,

"When do you expect to be married?"

"She will not leave home while her father lives; whether we shall be
married while he is so ill, I cannot say. Much depends on circumstances.
Her father is a very sick man, though owing to his cheerfulness the fact is
not apparent to everyone."

The conversation was carried on until the clock struck the midnight hour.
Hugh seemed to lay bare his heart to his successful rival, and Guy listened
in surprise to the account of his many efforts to win Dexie's favor, even
so far as to tell of the unfortunate boat sail and its consequences.

Guy's heart was full of pity as he listened. How much Hugh loved her when,
in spite of the rebuffs and scornful refusals, he could be so blinded by
passion as to dare attempt to win a promise by such rash and desperate
means! Dexie's love for himself seemed all the greater since it had stood
such a siege from this fierce, passionate man, and Guy wondered no longer
that Dexie was alarmed when she heard of his coming.

When Hugh mentioned what Gussie had said of the "city girl," Guy could not
help smiling, and explaining the circumstances that gave rise to the story,
added:

"I believe it was one of your letters that Gussie captured that night, Mr.
McNeil; but as I played the lover and claimed the letter, Gussie felt
obliged to believe me, and my imaginary city girl has kept her quiet ever
since."

"I can well believe the distress Dexie felt when she heard the letter read
aloud. You did a kind a