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The dead whiteness of Glenn's face, the lightning scorn of his eyes, the

grieness of him then had for Carley a terrible harmony

with this passionate denunciation of her, of her kind, of the Aive-- What do I

know? Oh, I am blind--blind and little!"

She could not bear to face hience seehts round the shock

to her consciousness By that terrible expression of his face, by those

thundering words of scorn, would she cohty truth

of his descent into the abyss and his rise to the heights Vaguely she

began to see An awful sense of her deadness, of her soul-blighting

selfishness, began to dawn upon her as soray obscurity She trehts that were not

ne she had babbled about Glenn and the crippled soldiers! How she

had iined she sympathized! But she had only been a vain, worldly,

complacent, effusive little fool She had here the shock of her life,

and she sensed a greater one, i to you," said Glenn, presently, with deep,

heavy expulsion of breath

"I only know I love you-- desperately to throw herself in his aruess you do--a little," he replied "Soain you represent the world--your world with its age-old