My brain grows wild at thought of this terrible wrong." The image of Miss Arden flitted before him.
"Beautiful--loving--pure!" he said, "I might win you for my bride; but will not so wrong you as to offer a divided heart.

All things forbid!" Mr.Hendrickson did not leave his room that evening.

At ten o'clock a servant knocked at his door.

Mrs.Arden had sent her compliments, and desired to know if he were better than when he left her?
"Much better," he answered; and the servant departed.
Midnight found him still in strife with himself.

Now he walked the floor in visible agitation; and now sat motionless, with head bowed, and arms folded across his bosom.