t fixed upon other hopes, I continued to draw
your affections closer and closer to me."

"Well, that was wrong, Denis; but you loved me long before that time,
an' it's not so asy a thing to draw away the heart from what we love;
that is, to draw it away for ever, Denis, even although greater things
may rise up before us."

As she pronounced the last words, her voice, which she evidently strove
to keep firm, became unsteady.

"That's true, Susan, I know it; but I will never forgive myself for
acting a double part to you and to the world. There is not a pang you
suffer but ought to fall as a curse upon my head, for leading you into
greater confidence, at a time when I was not seriously resolved to
fulfil my vows to you."

"Denis," said the unsuspecting girl, "you're imposin' on yourself--you
never could do so bad, so treacherous an act as that. No, you never
could, Denis; an', above all the world, to a heart that loved and
trusted you as mine did. I won't believe it, even from your own lips.
You surely loved me, Denis, and in that case you couldn't be desateful
to me."

"I did love you; but I never loved you half so well as I ought, Susy;
and I never was worthy of you. Susy, I tell you--I tell you--my heart
is breaking for your sake. It would have been well for both of us we had
never seen, or known, or loved each other; for I know by my own heart
what you must suffer."

"Denis, don't be cast down on my account; before I ever thought of you,
when I was runnin' about the glens here, a lonely little orphan, I was
often sorry, without knowin' why. Sometimes I used to wonder at it,
and search my mind to find out what occasioned it: but I never could.
I suppose it was because I saw other girls, like myself, havin' their
little brothers an' sisters to play with or because I had no mother's
voice to call me night or mornin', or her bosom to lay my head on, if I
was sick or tired. I suppose it was this. Many a time, Denis, even then,
I knew what sorrow was, and I often thought that, come what would to
others, there was sorrow before me. I now find I was right; but for all
that, Denis, it's betther that we should give up one another in time,
than be unhappy by my bein' the means of turning you from the ways and
duties of God."

The simple and touching picture which she drew of her orphan childhood,
together with the tone of resignation and sorrow which ran through all
she said, affected Denis deeply.

"Susan," he replie