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 he had alone with Carroll, Orde
 arrived at more intimate plane
 of conversation with her. He came to an understanding of her un- questioning acceptance of Mrs. BiSh ops attitude Carroll truly believed that none but herself could perform for her mother the various petty offices that lady demanded from her next of kin and that her practical slavery was due by every consideration of filial af- lection. In his hotel room he brooded over the state of affairs until his thoughts took very gloomy tinge in deed. To begin with, fin spite of his mothers assurance he had no faith in his own cause. His acquaintance with Carroll was but an affair of months, and their actual meetings comprised incredibly few days. 0rde was naturally humble minded. It did not seem conceivable to him that he could win her without long court ship. And superadded was the almost intolerable weight of Carrolps ideas as to her domestic duties.
 Nevertheless, at the very nom snt when he had made up his mind that it would be utterly useless even to in 1uige in hope for some years to come. he spoke. It came about suddenly and entirely without reconciliation.
 The two had escaped for a breath of air late in the evening. Following the conventions, they merely strolled to the end of the block and back, always within sight of the house. Carroll was in tired and pensiye mood. She held her head back, breathing deeply.
 "Its only little strip, but it's the stars" said she, looking up to the sky between the houses. ''They're so quiet and calm and big"
 She seemed to Orde for the first time like little girl. A wave of ten derness lifted Orde from his feet. He leaned over, his breath coming quickly. ''Carrollr' he said.
 She shrank back.
 ''No, no! You mustn't" she cried. She did not pretend to misunderstood.
 "Its life or death with me-" he said. 'I must notI she cried, fluttering like a bird. 'I promised myself long ago that l must always, always take care of mother"
 Please, please, dear" pleaded Orde. He had nothing more to say than this, just the simple incoherent symbols of pleading, but in such crises it is rather the soul than the tongue that speaks. His hand met hers and closed about it. Don't you care for me, dear?" asked Orde very gently.
 "I have no right to tell you that" an swered she. q have tried, oh, so hard, to keep you from saying this, for l knew had no right to hear you"
 You do care for mev' he cried.
 They had mounted the steps and stood just within the vestibule.
 Carroll" cried Orde, tell me that you love me! Tell me that you'll marry mel"
 "It would kill mother if I should leave her." she said sadly.
 But you must marry me-" pleaded Orde. "We are made for each other. God meant US for each other"
 Ut would have to be after a great many years" she said doubtfully. Good night. Come to me tomorrow" She slipped inside the half open door.
 Orde turned away and walked up the street, his eyes so blinded by the greater glory that he all but ran down an inoffensive passerby. Then as the first effervescence died more gloomy view of the situation came uppermost. To his heated imagination the dead lock seemed complete. Carroll's devo- ton to what she considered her duty appeared unbreakable. And then his fighting blood surged back to his heart The fever of the argument coursed through his veins all that long night