"Was ever a girl in such a fix! I've been made love to ever since I was half a woman, but at thought of a priest men seem to turn pale and run like whipped dogs.

I'm only good enough for a bad man and a gambler, I suppose." She sank to a seat, flung out her arms hopelessly, and, bowing her head, began to weep uncontrollably.

"If--if--I only had a woman to talk to--but they are all men--all men." Poleon waited patiently until her paroxysm of sobbing had passed, then gently raised her and led her out through the back door into the summer day, which an hour ago had been so bright and promising and was now so gray and dismal.

He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared inside the log-house.
"An' dat's de end of it all," he mused.

"Five year I've wait--an' jus' for dis." Meade Burrell never knew how he gained his quarters, but when he had done so he locked his door behind him, then loosed his hold on things material.