sense than I thought he had," she said, with a nervous laugh.
"I was afraid he'd go to dosing me with bitters and pills. He's exactly
right: no doctor can cure me." Her voice broke, and she buried her face
in the pillow.

A deep anxiety settled on David's rugged features. "Why, Sarah," he
said, with tender reproach in his voice, "when did you get to hiding
your troubles from me? Is there anything you want? Anything I can do for
you? You know you can have everything now that money can buy."

Sarah turned her face toward her husband. Her gray eyes were filled with
tears, and her hands were clenched in an effort to control her feelings.

"That's just the trouble!" she cried, her voice rising into a wail.
"You've given me everything that money buys, and I don't want anything
except the things that love buys. I want to go back to Millville! I want
to live in our own little cottage! I'm sick of this sort of life! I
never was made to be a rich man's wife, and it's killing me! It's
killing me! Oh! I know I'm ungrateful, Dave, but I can't help it!" Her
voice broke in a storm of sobs. She covered her face with the
bedclothes and shrank away from her husband's hand.

A look of profound relief lighted David Maynor's face. "Is that all?" he
exclaimed. "And here I've been putting up with everything because I
thought you were pleased! My gracious, Sarah! You don't hate this life
any more than I do."

Sarah lifted her head from the pillow and searched his face with her
tear-reddened eyes. "Dave Maynor," she said solemnly, "are you just
saying that to please me, or is it the truth?"

"I'd go back to Millville to-morrow, if I could," said David, with an
emphasis that swept away all doubt of his sincerity.

Sarah fell back on her pillows with a long, sobbing breath of relief.
Her tears flowed again, but they were tears of happiness, and an
ecstatic smile shone through them.

"Oh! Then it's all right, Dave! It's all right!" She reached for David's
hand and laid it against her wet cheek. "You see, it was just the
thought that you and I didn't think alike--that was what I couldn't
stand. But if you feel as I do, why, I can stand anything. You know what
I mean, don't you, Dave?"

"Of course I know what you mean, honey," said David soothingly, as if he
were talking to a child in distress. "I've felt exactly the same way,
ever since we left our little Millville home and come to this two-story
brick house. I thought you liked it,--wome