We must be alone with our grief--father and I.Good-bye." He raised her hand to his lips.
"Good-bye, Shirley.

Don't forget me.

I shall come back for you." He went down the porch and she watched him go out of the gate and down the road until she could see his figure no longer.

Then she turned back and sank into her chair and burying her face in her handkerchief she gave way to a torrent of tears which afforded some relief to the weight on her heart.

Presently the others returned from their walk and she told them about the visitor.
"Mr.Ryder's son, Jefferson, was here.