Her woman's instinct told her what was coming, and she was trying to nerve herself to meet it.
"Miss Bessie," he said slowly, "it is this.

For years I have loved you and wanted to marry you.

I again ask you to be my wife." "Mr.Frank Muller," she answered, her spirit rising to the occasion, "I thank you for your offer, and the only answer that I can give you is that I once and for all decline it." "Think," he said; "I love you as women are not often loved.

You are always in my mind, by day and by night too.

Everything I do, every step I go up the ladder, I have said and say to myself, 'I am doing it for Bessie Croft, whom I mean to marry.' Things have changed in this country.