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"Ahuh! That must be what ails one hard me I should never have stopped to talk An' I'm to kill her father an' leave her to God knohat"

Soot that within the hour he had pledged his manhood, his life to a feud which could be blotted out only in blood If he had understood hie was no ible in its possibilities than this instinct which drew him irresistibly

"Ellen Jorth! So--my dad calls her a damned hussy! So--that explains the--the way she acted--why she never hit me when I kissed her An' her words, so easy an' cool-like Hussy? That means she's bad--bad! Scornful of me--maybe disappointed because my kiss was innocent! It was, I swear An' all she said: 'Oh, I've been kissed before'"

Jean grew furious with hi of a new sensation in his breast that seemed now to ache Had he become infatuated, all in a day, with this Ellen Jorth? Was he jealous of the e of her kisses? No! But his reply was hot with sha was outside of hiirl in the woods--to yield to an i He had been foolish over a girl before, though not to such a rash extent Ellen Jorth had stuck in his consciousness, and with her a sense of regret

Then swiftly rang his father's bitter words, the revealing: "But the looks of her an' what she is--they don't gibe!" In the i that troubled hily he pondered over them

"The looks of her Yes, she was pretty But it didn't dawn on me at first I--I was sort of excited I liked to look at her, but didn't think" And now consciously her face was called up, infinitely sweet andfor the deliberate aze of dark, wide eyes, steady, bold, unseeing; red curved lips, sad and sweet; her strong, clean, fine face rose before Jean, eager and wistful one ht, and the next stor, but the more mysterious and beautiful

"She looks like that, but she's bad," concluded Jean, with bitter finality "I ht have fallen in love with Ellen Jorth if--if she'd been different"