And it's--why, I can't rightly explain it to you, ma'am--but it's--it's Heart's Desire." The face of the woman before him softened.

"It's a beautiful name," said she.

"Heart's Desire!" She said it over and over again, wistfully.

The cadence of her tone was the measure of an irrevocable loss.

"Heart's Desire!" she whispered--"I wonder-- "Tell me," she cried at length, arising and pacing restlessly, "what do you do at Heart's Desire ?" "Nothing," said Tom Osby.