"Oh, Harold!" she sobbed, "what an unhappy creature I am to have been the cause of such sorrow to you! Oh why should you ever have thought of me so ?" Dropping his valise, his whole manner changing, he turned to her with passionate vehemence.

"Because I couldn't help it! Even as a boy I gave up my whole heart to you, and I cannot call it back.

Oh, Elsie, why did I ever see you ?" and he seized both her hands in a grasp that almost forced a cry of pain from her white, quivering lips.

"Life is worthless without you.

I'd rather die knowing that you loved me than live to see you in the possession of another." "Harold, Harold, a sister's love I can, I do give you; and can you not be content with that ?" "A sister's love!" he repeated scornfully.