want you to try
and see what you can make of me, and I want your love."

"My darling," said Marion. "I love you as I never knew I could love. I
thought the wild fancy of the moment was love, but I have learned my
mistake. If you will take me into your heart again I will try so hard to
make you a good wife."

A faint sunbeam came through the eastern window and glanced feebly along
the floor; then it grew stronger and stronger, until the gloomy library
was brightened by a flood of rich, warm sunlight. The storm had ceased.
The clouds had rolled away.

"It takes some such trial as ours," Roswell said, "to call forth love.
We know now how necessary we are to each other, don't we, dear?"

The look of sweet tenderness in Marion's eyes gave him his answer.

"Let us think no more of those days, my darling," said Roswell, throwing
his arms about his wife and drawing her closer to his side. "We will
forget the past and live in the future. What answer shall I send about
the cottage?" As he said this he reached toward the table to get the
letter. Marion's eyes followed his hand, and they fell upon a name
signed to a note lying there.

"That man!" she cried, turning her head away and hiding her face on
Roswell's shoulder.

"That man will worry you no more," he said, taking up the note. "Read
what he says."

Marion took the paper and read:

"DEAR MR. SANDERSON:

"I wish to say that I have obtained the loan I required from
the 'Grocers' National,' so I shall not need to keep my
appointment with you. I leave for New York to-day, and shall be
unable to see you on your return from St. Louis. Thanking you
for your kindness to me while in Chicago, believe me, with
kindest regards,

"Yours faithfully,

"June 29. DUNCAN GRAHAME."

Marion shuddered as she put down the note. It told its story and she
felt that there was nothing more to be said.

"This is the letter I want you to answer," said Roswell, taking up the
one from Bar Harbor.

Marion looked thoughtfully at the floor a moment, then, glancing up, she
said: "If you don't mind, dear, I should like to go to some quieter
place. I have had excitements before, but I have never had my husband,
and I want him all to myself."

"My darling," said Roswell.

Florence entered the room and stood for a moment near the door. At first
she was too surprised to speak, then, appreciating the propriety of
making her presence known, she re