Glancing up, with a gesture of manifest shrinking from the portrait which Sweetwater still held, Mr.Gryce allowed his glance to run over the wonderful landscape laid out to his view, and said with breaks and halts bespeaking his deep emotion: "If my death here and now, following fast upon that of this unhappy Frenchwoman, would avail to wipe out the evidence I have so laboriously collected against this man, I should welcome it with gratitude.

I shrink from ending my career with the shattering of so fine an image, in the public eye.

What lies back of this crime--what past memories or present miseries have led to an act which would be called dastardly in the most uninstructed and basest of our sex, I lack the imagination to conceive.
Would to God I had never tried to find out! But no man standing where Roberts does to-day among the leaders of a great party can fall into such a pit of shame without weakening the faith of the young and making a travesty of virtue and honor." "Yet, if he is guilty----" "It is our business to pursue him to the end.

Only, I like the man, Sweetwater.

I had a long talk with him yesterday on indifferent matters and I came away liking him." This was certainly something Sweetwater had not expected to hear, and it threw him again into silence as he started up the machine and they pursued their course home.
Hard as the day had been for Mr.Gryce, its trials were not yet over.