But his careful avoidance of all compliments, and the absence of every thing lover-like, gave her heart the alarm.

It was in vain that she put forth every chaste, womanly allurement; his eyes did not brighten, nor his cheeks glow, nor his tones become warmer.

He was not to be driven from the citadel of his honor.

A weaker, more selfish, and more external man, would have yielded.

But Hendrickson, like the woman he had lost, was not made of "common clay," nor cast in any of humanity's ruder moulds.