Promise me you will forget it ?" He shook his head, with a slow smile.

"You must forget it, if it will make you any happier; but you cannot ask me to forget.

I am happier to remember.

I shall always love you, Lois." "But you mustn't!" she cried again.

"Why can't we have just the old friendship?
Indeed--indeed, it never could be anything else; and," with a sudden break of tenderness in her voice, "I--I really am so fond of you, Giff!" Here the young man smiled a little bitterly.