If you think so, we--we will keep our secret a little longer." "Thank you," he said, gratefully, kissing the little white hand clasped in his.

"I knew you would not be cruel, Marion.

You are so heroic and grand--so unlike other girls; you would not darken my solitary life for an absurd scruple--you would not refuse to see me, when the sight of you is the only sunbeam that cheers my life." The beautiful face brightened at his words.
"You will write to me, Marion--and, darling, my heart lives on your words--they are ever present with me.

When I read one of your letters it seems to me your voice is whispering, and that whisper makes the only music that cheers my day.

Tell me in your letters once, and once again, that you will be my wife, that you will love me, and never care for any one else." "I have told you so," she said; "but if the words please you, I will tell you over and over again, as you say.