"To-morrow is Sunday," she explained, "and I must crowd two rides into one." "Wouldn't you ride to-morrow ?" "No; I have some old-fashioned notions about Sunday.

You have been abroad too long, perhaps, to appreciate them." "I appreciate fidelity to conscience, Madge." They had their supper together again as on the evening before, but Madge was carelessly languid and fitful in her mirthful sallies, and complained of over-fatigue.

"I won't come down again to-night," she said to Graydon as they passed out of the supper-room.

"Good-night." "Good-night, Madge," he replied, taking her hand in both his own.
"I understand you now, and know that you have gone beyond even your superb strength to-day.

Sleep the sleep of the justest and truest little woman that ever breathed.