But, deeply grateful to you as I feel for such an evidence of your love, I must push back the hand that would force this aid upon me.

I will not be unjust to you.

I will not take your hard earnings to run the risk of losing them." A shadow passed over the face of Jessie, and her voice was touched with something like grief as she replied-- "How can you speak to me thus, uncle?
How can you push back my hand when, in love, it seeks to smooth the pillow upon which your troubled head is resting?
Would you deny me a higher gratification than I have ever known?
No--no--you cannot!" Mr.Hartman was bewildered.

He felt as if it would be a kind of sacrilege to take the money of his niece, yet how could he positively refuse to do so?
Apart from the necessity of his circumstances, there was the cruelty of doing violence to the generous love that had so freely tendered relief.

In the end, all objections had to yield, and Mr.Hartman was saved from a second disaster, which would have entirely prostrated him, by the money that Jessie had earned and saved.
A short time after the occurrence of this circumstance, the Freemans gave a large party.