I shall come and ask you to be my wife.

May I ?" he added, Shirley smiled gravely.
"Get famous first.

You may not want me then." "I shall always want you," he whispered hoarsely, bending over her.

In the dim light of the porch he saw that her tear-stained face was drawn and pale.

He rose and held out his hand.
"Good-bye," he said simply.
"Good-bye, Jefferson." She rose and put her hand in his.