(An admission which fairly bubbled out of him when he learned that Harry had assisted Teackle in dressing his wound.) And yet with all this pressure the young girl had held her own.

To every one outside the Rutter clan she had insisted that she was sorry for Harry, but that she could never marry a man whose temper she could not trust.

She never put this into words in answering the well-meant inquiries of such girl friends as Nellie Murdoch, Sue Dorsey, and the others; then her eyes would only fill with tears as she begged them not to question her further.

Nor had she said as much to her father, who on one occasion had asked her the plump question--"Do you still intend to marry that hot-head ?"--to which she had returned the equally positive answer--"No, I never shall!" She reserved her full meaning for St.
George when he should again entreat her--as she knew he would at the first opportunity--to forget the past and begin the old life once more.
At the end of the second week St.George had made up his mind as to his course; and at the end of the third the old diplomat, who had dared defeat before, boldly mounted the Seymour steps.

He would appeal to Harry's love for her, and all would be well.