who has fallen in love with you and can't ever be happy
again without you."

She buried her face in the arm of the chair and cried happy, shamed
tears, and he gathered her up in his arms and comforted her, his face
shining with a glorified expression.

"Dear," he said when he could speak again, "dear, don't you know that is
all I want? And don't ever talk that way again about me. I am no saint,
as you'll very well find out, but I'll promise to love and cherish you
as long as we both shall live. Will you marry me to-night?"

There was a silence in the little room broken only by the low crackling
of the dying fire.

She lifted shy glad eyes to his, and then came and laid her two hands in
his.

"If you are quite sure you want me," she breathed softly.

The rapture of his face and the tenderness of his arms assured her on
that point.

"There is just one great regret I have," said the young man, lifting his
eyes towards his mother's picture. "If she only could have known it was
you that I loved. Why didn't I tell her your name? But then---- Why, my
dear, I didn't know your name. Do you realize that? I haven't known your
name until now."

"I certainly did realize it," said Hazel with rosy cheeks. "It used to
hurt dreadfully sometimes to think that even if you wanted to find me
you wouldn't know how to go about it."

"You dear! Did you care so much?" His voice was deep and tender and his
eyes were upon her.

"So much!" she breathed softly.

But the splash of red light on the floor at their feet warned them of
the lateness of the hour and they turned to the immediate business of
the moment.

"It is wonderful that things are just as they are to-night," said
Brownleigh in his full, joyous tones. "It certainly seems providential.
Bishop Vail, my father's old college chum, has been travelling through
the West on missionary work for his church, and he is now at the
stopping place where you spent last night. He leaves on the midnight
train to-night, but we can get there long before that time, and he will
marry us. There is no one I would rather have had, though the choice
should have been yours. Are you going to mind very much being married in
this brief and primitive manner?"

"If I minded those things I should not be worthy of your love," said
Hazel softly. "No, I don't mind in the least. Only I've really nothing
along to get married in--nothing suitable for a wedding gown. You won't
be able to remember me in brid