let myself. It wasn't you. Did you want my heart to break at your
going, Barry?"

For a moment he held her in his arms, then he kissed her, gently, and
let her go. When they came back this way, she would be his wife.

The old minister asked few questions. He believed in youth and love;
the laws of the state were lenient. So with the members of his family
for witnesses, he declared in due time that this man and woman were
one, and again they went forth into the moonlight.

And now there was another little journey, up one hill and down another
to a quaint hostelry--almost empty of guests in this early season.

A competent little landlady and an old colored man led them to the
suite for which Barry had telephoned. The little landlady smiled at
Leila and showed the white roses which Barry had sent for her room, and
the old colored man lighted all the candles.

There was a supper set out on the table in their sitting-room, with
cold roast chicken and hot biscuits, a bottle of light wine, and a
round cake with white frosting.

Leila cut the cake. "To think that I should have a wedding cake," she
said to Barry.

So they made a feast of it, but Barry did not open the bottle of wine
until their supper was ended. Then he poured two glasses.

"To you," he whispered, and smiled at his bride.

Then before his lips could touch it, he set the glass down hastily, so
that it struck against the bottle and broke, and the wine stained the
white cloth.

Leila looking up, startled, met a strange look. "Barry," she
whispered, "Barry, dear boy."

He rose and blew out the candles.

"Let me tell you--in the dark," he said. "You've got to know, Leila."

And in the moonlight he told her why they had wanted him to go away.

"It is because I've got to fight--devils."

At first she did not understand. But he made her understand.

She was such a little thing in her yellow gown. So little and young to
deal with a thing like this.

But in that moment the child became a woman. She bent over him.

"My husband," she said, "nothing can ever part us now, Barry."

So love taught her what to say, and so she comforted him.

The next morning Elizabeth Dean met Leila Dick at the station. That
she was really meeting Leila Ballard was a thing, of course, of which
she had no knowledge. But Leila was acutely conscious of her new
estate. It seemed to her that the motor horn brayed it, that the birds
sang it, that the cows mooe