“No Herbert,” she said in a low bone, “it is impossible. I fear to trust ray future with you.” “ And why?” “ I have watched your conduct closely. It lacks the mark of such devotion as my soul craves.” “ Do I not come to see you four nights in in the week ?” “ Yes. But I havedetected a calculating selfishness in your nature which I fear.” “ Bub that's only common sense.” “ 1 know it is, it is not love.”

THE CROMWELL ARGUS,.
