Believe me, no man knows what happiness means until he does marry." "You must find me a wife just like your own," I said, and the words came back to me afterward with a fervent prayer of "Heaven forbid!--may Heaven forbid!" "I shall never marry now, Lance," I said.

"The only woman I could ever love is dead to me." He looked at me very earnestly.
"I wish you would forget all about her, John.

She was not worthy of you." "Perhaps not," I replied; "but that does not interfere with the love." "Why should you give all that loving heart of yours to one woman, John ?" he said.

"If one fails, try another." "If your Frances died, should you love another woman ?" I asked.
"That is quite another thing," he said, and I saw in his heart he resented the fact that I should place the woman who had been faithless to me on an equality with his wife.

Poor Lance!.