That's what I glory in." "Ellen, you're a wild, headstrong child," rejoined the old man, in severe tones.

"Word has been passed ag'in' your good name--your honor....

An' hevn't you given cause fer thet ?" Ellen felt her face blanch and all her blood rush back to her heart in sickening force.

The shock of his words was like a stab from a cold blade.

If their meaning and the stem, just light of the old man's glance did not kill her pride and vanity they surely killed her girlishness.