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"Thanks to you, Ned," she amended

"He sent to you this record of how he spent his tiht aht at her as he spoke

"I'll read it"

"Do You'll find sooing to say good-night It's tiirls were in bed"

He kissed his sister and Moya, rather to the surprise of the latter, for Captain Kilhts of a lover There was so on his face she did not quite understand It was as if he were saying good-by instead of good-night

She understood it presently Ned had written a note and pinned it to the last page of the little book She read it twice, and then again in tears It told her that the soldier had read truly the secret her anxiety had flaunted in the face of all her friends

"It's no go, dear girl You've done your best, but you don't love me You never will Afraid there's no way left but for ain, little sweetheart

"I know you won't misunderstand Never in ht But caring isn't enough I've hadwherever you go"

The note was signed "Ned"

Her betrothed had played the ga finish She kneould not whimper or complain, that he wouldeven from her the wound in his heart He was a better allantry had a finer edge His sense of right was better developed and his courage quite as steady Ned Kilmeny had won his V C before he enty-five He had carried to a successful issue one of the most delicate diplomatic missions of recent years Everybody conceded that he had a future If Jack had never appeared on her horizon she would havewife But the harum-scaru heart gone out to this attractive scamp who did not want her love or care for it? She did not know The thing was as unexplainable as it was inescapable All the training of her life had shaped her to other ends Lady Farquhar would explain it as a glairl's fancy But Moya knew the tide of feeling which raced through her was born not of fancy but of the true romance