t tell me it isn't going to be. I won't
believe you."

"You don't know; you don't know," Louise repeated dully. "Halsey, I
care--you know that--but--not enough to marry you."

"That is not true, Louise," he said sternly. "You can not look at me
with your honest eyes and say that."

"I can not marry you," she repeated miserably. "It's bad enough, isn't
it? Don't make it worse. Some day, before long, you will be glad."

"Then it is because you have never loved me." There were depths of
hurt pride in his voice. "You saw how much I loved you, and you let me
think you cared--for a while. No--that isn't like you, Louise. There
is something you haven't told me. Is it--because there is some one
else?"

"Yes," almost inaudibly.

"Louise! Oh, I don't believe it."

"It is true," she said sadly. "Halsey, you must not try to see me
again. As soon as I can, I am going away from here--where you are all
so much kinder than I deserve. And whatever you hear about me, try to
think as well of me as you can. I am going to marry--another man. How
you must hate me--hate me!"

I could hear Halsey cross the room to the window. Then, after a pause,
he went back to her again. I could hardly sit still; I wanted to go in
and give her a good shaking.

"Then it's all over," he was saying with a long breath. "The plans we
made together, the hopes, the--all of it--over! Well, I'll not be a
baby, and I'll give you up the minute you say 'I don't love you and I
do love--some one else'!"

"I can not say that," she breathed, "but, very soon, I shall marry--the
other man."

I could hear Halsey's low triumphant laugh.

"I defy him," he said. "Sweetheart, as long as you care for me, I am
not afraid."

The wind slammed the door between the two rooms just then, and I could
hear nothing more, although I moved my chair quite close. After a
discreet interval, I went into the other room, and found Louise alone.
She was staring with sad eyes at the cherub painted on the ceiling over
the bed, and because she looked tired I did not disturb her.

CHAPTER XIV

AN EGG-NOG AND A TELEGRAM

We had discovered Louise at the lodge Tuesday night. It was Wednesday
I had my interview with her. Thursday and Friday were uneventful, save
as they marked improvement in our patient. Gertrude spent almost all
the time with her, and the two had grown to be great friends. But
certain things hung over me constantly; the coroner's inquest on