Will you go there?
Harold was in no mood for cigars, and, declining Tom's offer, sauntered awhile around the grounds, where he found himself constantly expecting to find the dead girl sitting under a tree wailing for him with the light whose meaning he now knew kindling in her beautiful eyes as she bade him welcome and told him how glad she was to see him.

He was glad now that he had not written and told her of her mistake, and he felt in his heart a greater tenderness for the Maude dead than he ever could have felt for the Maude living.
It was beginning to grow dark when he returned to the house where he found Jerrie in the hall ready to go home.

Arthur was at her side, with his arm thrown lovingly around her, and as he passed her over to Harold, he said: 'Make the most of her to-night, my boy, for to-morrow she comes home to stay.

Heaven bless you, my daughter!' His words sent a thrill through both Harold and Jerrie, who walked on in silence until they reached the four pines, where Jerrie halted suddenly and said: 'Let us sit down, Harold.

I have a message from Maude, which I promised to deliver the first time we were alone together after you came home.' Jerrie's voice trembled a little, and after they were seated she was silent until Harold said to her: 'You were going to tell me of Maude;' then she started and replied: 'Yes; she wanted so much to see you and tell you herself.