or, Eddie came slowly over to her from the barn. His face was haggard.
He looked older than she had ever seen him.

"Nora," he said in a low tone, "I beg you, before it is too late----"

"Please, dear," she whispered, her hand on his, "you only make it
harder."

"I'll write, Eddie, oh, in a few days, and tell you all about my new
home," she called gayly, as Frank, having disposed of her trunk in the
back of the wagon, lifted her in. Her brother turned without a word to
the others and went into the house.

As she felt herself for the second time in those arms, the reaction
came.

"Eddie, Eddie!"

But, strangled by sobs, her voice hardly carried to the man on the seat
in front of her.

As he sprang in, Frank gave the horses a flick with the whip. The
afternoon air was keen and the high-spirited team needed no further
urging. They swung out of the farm gate at a pace that made Reggie cling
to the seat.

When he had them once more in hand, Taylor turned his head slightly.

"All right back there?" he called, without looking at her.

She managed a "Yes."

She had only just recovered her self-control as they drove into
Winnipeg. As they drew up in front of the principal hotel, Taylor turned
the reins once more over to Reggie, and, vaulting lightly from his seat,
held out his hand and helped her to alight.

"You'd better go into the ladies' parlor for a minute or two. I'm
feeling generous and am going to blow Reg to a parting drink. I'll come
after you in a minute and take you to the Y. W. C. A."

"Very well."

"Here," he called, as she turned toward the door marked Ladies'
Entrance, "aren't you going to say good-by to Reg?"

For a moment she almost lost her hardly regained self-control. To say
good-by to Reg was the final wrench. She had known him in those
immeasurably far-off days at home. It was saying good-by to England. She
held out her hand without speaking.

"Good-by, Miss Marsh," he said warmly, "and good luck."

A quarter of an hour later Taylor came to her in the stuffy little
parlor of which she was the solitary tenant. In silence they made their
way to the building occupied by the Y. W. C. A.

"You have money?" he asked as they reached the door.

"Plenty, thanks."

"Do you want me to come in with you?"

"It isn't necessary."

"What time shall I come for you to-morrow?"

"At whatever time you choose."

"Shall we say ten, then? Or eleven might be better. I've got to get the
license, yo