in spite of her valiant spirit, two facts fell like leaden weights upon her heart. David had not told his people that he had a wife, and they would be offended that he had “tied himself to a common sort over there.” This David whom she loved was so high above her in the eyes of all his relatives and perhaps even in his own. What — ah, what could she do! Might she still hold him in her heart? She could not walk in upon them now and betray him — never — never.

Her lips grew pale, and her head swam, but she sat still, leaning a little forward in the moving phaeton, her hands tightly clasped in her lap and her babe unheeded at her side, until the red returned to her lips and again burned in a clearly defined spot against the pallor of her cheek. She did not know that a strange, unearthly beauty