And that's all we can do, Dick, except--" Major Edward walked stiffly across the floor and paused before the portrait of his brother Henry, dead and gone these many years.

The face looked imperiously down upon him.

Henry had stood for something before he died,--for grace and manly beauty, pride and fire.

The Major's eyes suddenly smarted.

"Poor white trash," he said between his teeth, "and Henry's daughter!" He turned and came back to the table.