ay eyes. "My dear brother!" she
exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm not blind."

Sue addressed the room. "Our young mining-engineer," she observed with
mock gravity, "'he is jealousy'."

Wallace was trembling. "I love her," he said half-brokenly; "I love
her better than anything else in the world! But--but did you see her
look at him? when she had her wedding-dress on, and he and I came in?"

"Wallace!"--pity and reproval mingled in Sue's tone. Again she laid a
hand on his sleeve. "Oh, don't let doubt or--or anything enter your
heart now--at this wonderful hour of your life--oh, Wallace, when
you're just beginning all your years with her! Your marriage must be
happy! Marriages can be happy--I know it! They're not all like her
mother's. But don't start wrong! Oh, don't start wrong!" There were
tears in her eyes.

Farvel came in from the Church. He was himself again, and slammed the
door quite cheerily.

Wallace turned almost as if to intercept him. "I've fixed everything,
old man," he said quickly. "It's all right."

"But I can officiate as well as not," urged Farvel, passing the younger
man by and coming to Sue. "I don't want you to think I'm notional."

"She won't," declared Wallace, before Sue could speak. "I've
explained."

"Ah." Farvel nodded, satisfied. "You--you know, then. Well, I've
always wanted you to know."

She tried to smile back at him, to find an answer.

Her brother was urging Farvel to go. "You'll find someone to marry us,
won't you?" he begged. "Right away, Alan?"

"Oh, I understand," said Farvel. "I'd be a damper, wouldn't I?"

"Oh, no! Not that!"

Farvel laid a hand on Wallace's shoulder. "He feels as bad about it as
I do, dear old fellow!" he said.

The other moved away a step, and as if to take Farvel with him. "Yes,
Alan. Yes. But don't talk about it today. Not today."

Farvel crossed to the sofa and sat down. "I know," he admitted. "But
today--this wedding--I don't--I can't seem to get her out of my mind."
Then as if moved by a poignant thought, he bent his head and covered
his face with both hands.

Sue was beside him at once. And dropped to a knee. "Oh, I wish I
could help you," she said comfortingly.

Farvel did not look up. He began to speak in a muffled voice. "What
did I do to deserve it?" he asked brokenly. "That's what I ask myself.
What did I do?"

"Nothing!" she answered. "Nothing! Oh, don't blame yourself." Her
hand went up to touch one