Oh, Jerrie, heaven is dealing hard with me to take her from me, and yet it is just.

I sinned for her; sinned to see her in the place I was sure was yours, although the shadow was always telling me that I did not and never could know for sure that you were Arthur's child; but I did, and I meant to go to Germany some day, when I had the language a little better, and clear it up, and then I had promised myself to tell you.

Will you lay again that you forgive me before I go back to Maude ?' He was standing before her with his white head dropped upon his hat, the very picture of misery and remorse, and Jerrie laid her hand upon his head, and said: 'I do forgive you, Uncle Frank, fully and freely, for Maude's sake if no other; and if she lives what is mine shall be hers.

Tell her so, and tell her I am coming to see her as soon as I am able, I am so tired to-day, and everything is so strange.

Oh, if Harold were here.' Jerrie was indeed so tired and exhausted that for the remainder of the day she lay upon the couch in her room, seeing no one but Judge St.
Claire and Tom, both of whom came up together, the latter bringing the answer to his telegram, and asking what to do next.
'Why, Tom,' Jerrie said, as she read Arthur's reply, 'pay him then, for I shan't come,' what does he mean?
What did you say to him, and whom are you to pay ?' With a half comical smile Tom replied, 'I told him the Old Nick was to pay, though I am afraid I used a stronger name for his Satanic majesty than that.