is my true love, Father. And his name is T. Branch--Truxton Branch
Beaufort."

"What do you think the Judge is going to say about this?"

"He is going to hate it. He is going to think that your daughter isn't
good enough for his grandson."

"You are good enough for anybody, Mary. But this wasn't the right way."

"It was the only way. Didn't Mother tell you that he begged me to let
him write to you and go to the Judge, and I wouldn't?"

"Why not?"

"I wanted to have him here, so that we might face it together."

"Your mother says she guessed it long ago. But she didn't say anything.
Talking might make it worse."

"Talking would have made it worse, Dad. We had done it--and I'd do it
again," there was a lift of her head, a light in her eyes, "but it
hasn't been easy--to know that you wondered--that other people wondered.
But it wouldn't have been any better if I had told. Truxton had to be
here to make it right if he could."

"Why didn't he come a-runnin' to you as soon as he got on this side?"

"He couldn't. His orders kept him in New York, and he wanted me to come.
But I wouldn't. I made him ask his mother. I could spare him for three
weeks,--he will be mine for the rest of his life--and he is to tell her
before they get here."

"I wouldn't have had it happen for a thousand dollars," said troubled
Bob Flippin. "I've always done everything on the square with the Judge."

"I know," said Mary, with the sudden realization of how her act had
affected others, "I know. That's the only thing I am sorry about. But--I
don't believe the Judge would be so silly as to let anything I did make
any difference about you----"

"Where are you going to live?"

For the first time Mary's air of assurance left her. "He is hoping his
grandfather will want us at Huntersfield----"

"He can keep on a-hoping," said Bob Flippin. "I know the Judge."

Mary flared. "We can find a little house of our own----"

Her father laid his hand on her shoulder. "Look at me, daughter," he
said, and turned her face up to him. "Our house is yours, Mary," he
said. "I don't like the way you did it, and I hate to think what will
happen when the Judge finds out. But our home is yours, and it's your
husband's. As long as you like to stay----"

And now Mary sobbed--a little slip of a thing in her father's arms. All
the long months she had kept her secret, holding it safe in her heart,
dreading yet longing for the moment when she could tell the world t