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She still sat like an exquisite statue of ht, benumbed and breathless with the passion his words evoked Suddenly she turned and veheht not to ask e of that"

"But you don't realize what I am You must not think of me in that way I can't let you I am different from other women You must not deceive yourself"

"I do not I know, to irls; that is why I a you to be my wife That is why I loved you that day on the mountain-side, because you were different"

"No, no!" she despairingly exclaimed "You don't understand I mean that I am surrounded by spirits, and they will make you ashamed of me Think what your friends would say?"

"I am not responsible tomy wife for me I do knohat you mean, and your protest increases hosts--only with your character"

"But I am a medium!" she went on, desperately "I have this awful power You're all wrong aboutto do hat happens" Her beautiful hands were clinched and her face set in the resolution to force her confession upon hiled for words, "You must not misunderstand me I believe in the spirit-world Soly: "There is nothing wrong or disgraceful in your theory; it is your practice of trance, of mediumship, to which I object, and which I intend to prevent"

"I want you to do that I hate my trances and those public circles But will that put an end to the rappings and other things that go on around me when I am awake? That is the question"

This was the question, but he rode sturdily over it, resolute to subordinate it if not to trample it under foot

"Not at all The real question is very simple: can you trust yourself to me, fully, because you love me? If you do I will answer for the rest I do not knohy you meant so much to me that day I do not knohy, out of all the women I know, you lad to have it so" He said this with a grave tenderness which reat symphony, and as she raised her tear-stained, ti on the low, so manly, so frank, so full of power that he conquered her with a glance, and with that vision she knew her heart Her eyes fell, her throat thickened, and her boso She loved, but the way of confession was hard