ything; even to the mentioning of names! I've always hated to label
my joy before. But, first, take some chocolate; it's hot and piping. Now!
Who did you nurse in Bermuda? I'm going to tell him, or her, what I think
of him!"

"I--nursed--Mr. Clyde Huntter. We were in New York all the time. That is
why--I had to keep--still----"

"Mr. Clyde Huntter?" Margaret set the cup she held, down sharply. The
quick brain was alert and in action.

"Mr. Clyde Huntter?" And then Margaret Moffatt came close to Priscilla,
and looked down deep into the unfaltering eyes raised to hers.

"Mr. Clyde Huntter--is the man I am to marry!" she said in a voice from
which the girlish banter had gone forever. It was the voice of a woman in
arms to defend all she worshipped.

"Yes, I know. I was in his room the day you called. I thought I should
die. I hoped he would tell you. I was ready to stand beside you; but he
did not tell!"

"Tell--what? As God hears you, Priscilla, as you love me, and--and as I
trust you, tell me what?"

And then Priscilla had told her. At first Margaret stood, taking the
deadly blow like a Spartan woman, her grave eyes fixed upon Priscilla.
Slowly the cruel truth, and all it implied, found its way through the
armour of her nobility and faith. She began to droop; then, like one
whose strength has departed, she dropped beside Priscilla's chair and
clung to her. It had not taken long to tell, but it had lain low every
beautiful thing but--courage!

"Back there," Margaret had said at last, "back there where we played, I
told you I was ready for sacrifice. I thought my God was not going to
exact that, but since he has, I am ready. Priscilla, I still have God! I
wonder"--and, oh! how the weak, pain-filled voice had wrung Priscilla's
heart--"I wonder if you can understand when I tell you that I love my
love better now--than ever? Shall always love him, my poor boy! Can you
not see that he did not mean--to be evil? It was the curse handed down to
him, and when he found out--his love, our love, had taken possession of
him, and he could not let me--go! I feel as if--as if I were his mother!
He cannot have the thing he would die for, but I shall love him to the
end of life. I shall try to make it up to him--in some way; help him to
be willing and brave, to do the right; teach him that my way is the
only--honourable way. I am sure both he and I will be--glad not--not to
let others, oh! such sad, little others, pay the debt for