Mrs.Anderson glared on the young man as he went by, but he did not turn his head even when he passed Julia.

His heart and hope were all gone; in his mortification and defeat there seemed to him nothing left but his unbroken pride to sustain him.
He had descended two or three steps, when Julia suddenly glided forward and said with a tremulous voice: "You aren't going without telling me good-by, August ?" "Jule Anderson! what do you mean ?" cried her mother.

But the hall was narrow by the stairway, and Jonas, by standing close to Cynthy Ann, in an unconscious sort of a way managed to keep Mrs.Anderson back; else she would have laid violent hands on her daughter.
When August lifted his eyes and saw her face full of tenderness and her hand reached over the balusters to him, he seemed to have been suddenly lifted from perdition to bliss.

The tears ran unrestrained upon his cheeks, he reached up and took her hand.
"Good-by, Jule! God bless you!" he said huskily, and went out into the night, happy in spite of all..