I want now to draw your attention to other things." "Very well, I will listen to you," said Brenton, "if you come with me and see how my wife takes the news.

I want to enjoy for even a moment or two her relief and pleasure at finding that her good name is clear." "Very well," assented Ferris, "I will go with you." When they arrived they found the Chicago reporter ahead of them.

He had evidently told Mrs.Brenton all the news, and her face flushed with eager pleasure as she listened to the recital.
"Now," said the Chicago man, "I am going to leave Cincinnati.

Are you sorry I am going ?" "No," said Mrs.Brenton, looking him in the face, "I am not sorry." Stratton flushed at this, and then said, taking his hat in his hand, "Very well, madam, I shall bid you good day." "I am not sorry," said Mrs.Brenton, holding out her hand, "because I am going to leave Cincinnati myself, and I hope never to see the city again.

So if you stayed here, you see, I should never meet you again, Mr.Stratton." "Alice," cried Stratton, impulsively grasping her hand in both of his, "don't you think you would like Chicago as a place of residence ?" "George," she answered, "I do not know.