mself.
Come with the purpose of compelling his suit, if necessary. His love
had been the product of his animalistic nature. It was a purely sensual
appeal. He had never known the true interpretation of love; never
experienced the society of a womanly woman. But it is in every nature
to respond to the highest touch; to the appeal of honor. When trust
is reposed, fidelity answers. It did its best to answer in Waterbury's
case. His better self was slowly awakening.

Those days were wonderful, new, happy days for Waterbury. He was
received on the footing of guest, good comrade. He was fighting to
cross the line, searching for the courage necessary--he who had
watched without the flicker of an eyelash a fortune lost by an inch of
horse-flesh. And if the girl knew, she gave no sign.

As for Garrison, despite his earnest attention to the track, those were
unhappy days for him. He thought that he had voluntarily given up Sue's
society; given it up for the sake of saving his skin; for the fear of
meeting Waterbury. Time and time again he determined to face the turfman
and learn the worst. Cowardice always stepped in. Presently Waterbury
would leave for the North, and things then would be as they had been.

He hated himself for his cowardice; for his compromise with
self-respect. It was not that he valued Sue's regard so lightly. Rather
he feared to lose the little he had by daring all. He did not know that
Sue had given him up. Did not know that she was hurt, mortally hurt;
that her renunciation had not been necessary; that he had not given her
the opportunity. He had stayed away, and she wondered. There could
be but the one answer. He must hate this tie between them; this
parent-fostered engagement. He was thinking of the girl he had left
up North. Perhaps it was better for her, she argued, that she had
determined upon renunciation.

Obviously Major Calvert and his wife noticed the breach in the
Garrison-Desha entente cordiale. They credited it to some childish
quarrel. They were wise in their generation. Old heads only muddle young
hearts. To confer the dignity of age upon the differences of youth but
serves to turn a mole-hill into a mountain.

But one memorable evening, when the boyish and enthusiastic major and
Garrison returned from an all-day session at the track, they found Mrs.
Calvert in a very quiet and serious mood, which all the major's cajolery
could not penetrate. And after dinner she and the major had a peac