voice was rather severe as he laid his hand on Katy's,
and said:

"Don't be foolish, Katy. Don't you know me? I am Wilford, your husband."

"That was, you mean," Katy rejoined, drawing her hand quickly away. "Go
find your first love, where bullets fall like hail, and where there is
pain, and blood, and carnage. Genevra is there."

She would not let Wilford come near her, and grew so excited by his
presence that he was forced either to leave the room or sit where she
could not see him. He chose the latter, and from his seat by the door
watched with a half-jealous, half-angry heart, Morris Grant doing for
his wife what he should have done.

With Morris Katy was gentle as a little child, talking still of
Genevra, but talking quietly, and in a way which did not wear her out
as fast as her excitement did.

"What God hath joined together let not man put asunder," was the text
from which she preached several short sermons as the night wore on, but
just as the morning dawned she fell into the first quiet sleep she had
had during the last twenty-four hours. And while she slept Wilford
ventured near enough to see the sunken cheeks and hollow eyes which
wrung a groan from him as he turned to Morris, asking what he supposed
was the immediate cause of her sudden illness?

"A terrible shock, the nature of which I understand, but you have
nothing to fear from me," Morris replied. "I accuse you to no man, but
leave you to settle it with your conscience whether you did right to
deceive her so long."

Morris spoke as one having authority, and Wilford simply bowed his head,
feeling then no resentment toward one who had ventured to reprove him.
Afterward he might remember it differently, but now he was too anxious
to keep Morris there to quarrel with him, and so he made no reply, but
sat watching Katy as she slept, wondering if she would die, and feeling
how terrible life would be without her. Suddenly Genevra's warning words
rang in his ear:

"God will not forgive you for the wrong you have done me."

Was Genevra right? Had God remembered all this time, and overtaken him
at last? It might be, and with a groan Wilford hid his face in his
hands, believing that he repented of his sin, and not knowing that his
fancied repentance arose merely from the fact that he had been detected.
Could the last few days be blotted out, and Katy stand just where she
did, with no suspicion of him, he would have cast his remorse to the
winds, and as