For when I shot Oldring he dropped to his knees and fought with unearthly power to speak.

And he said: 'Man--why--didn't--you--wait?
Bess was--' Then he fell dead.
And I've been haunted by his look and words.

Oh, Bess, what a strange, splendid thing for Oldring to do! It all seems impossible.

But, dear, you really are not what you thought." "Elizabeth Erne!" cried Jane Withersteen.

"I loved your mother and I see her in you!" What had been incredible from the lips of men became, in the tone, look, and gesture of a woman, a wonderful truth for Bess.