Very slowly he came forward into the moonlight, his gaze searching the woman's face long and earnestly.
"And do you--want me ?" he faltered.
The woman drew in her breath with a little sob.

Before her stood the slender figure in the yellow-white gown--John's gown.

Into her eyes looked those other eyes, dark and wistful,--like John's eyes.

And her arms ached with emptiness.
"Yes, yes, for my very own--and for always!" she cried with sudden passion, clasping the little form close.

"For always!" And David sighed his content.
Simeon Holly's lips parted, but they closed again with no words said.
The man turned then, with a curiously baffled look, and stalked down the stairs.
On the porch long minutes later, when once more David had gone to bed, Simeon Holly said coldly to his wife:-- "I suppose you realize, Ellen, just what you've pledged yourself to, by that absurd outburst of yours in the barn to-night--and all because that ungodly music and the moonshine had gone to your head!" "But I want the boy, Simeon.