Abominable I grant you--but there are many things which are worse." "I can't think of anything worse," she echoed with a deep sigh, walking slowly toward him and regaining her chair, all her anger gone, only the pain in her heart left.

"I don't want Harry to be like the others, and he can't live their lives if he's going to be my husband.

I want him to be different,--to be big and fine and strong,--like the men who have made the world better for their having lived in it--that old De Ruyter, for instance, that his father is always bragging about--not a weak, foolish boy whom everybody can turn around their fingers.

Some of my girl friends don't mind what the young men do, or how often they break their word to them so that they are sure of their love.

I do, and I won't have it, and I have told Harry so over and over again.