No one shall ever know that I care, for I don't, or I am not going to.

Harold is my brother, and I shall love Maude as my sister, and I will do all I can to make her more like what Harold's wife should be.

She is beautiful, and good, and sweet, and true, and with money and position can do far more for him than I could--I, the daughter of a peasant woman, the child of the carpet bag; and yet--' Here Jerrie's hands beat the air excitedly as she recalled the wild fancy which had twice taken possession of her that night, and which had been born of that likeness seen in the mirror.

Many times since she had passed from childhood to womanhood had she speculated upon the mystery which enshrouded her, while one recollection after another of past events flitted through her brain, only to bewilder her awhile and then to disappear into oblivion.

But never before had she been affected as she was that night when the possibility of what might be nearly drove her wild.
'Oh, if that were so,' she said, 'I could help Harold, and I'd give everything to him and make him my king, as he is worthy to be.