a big fool.” He kissed her, the first kisses of his young manhood, on brow and cheeks and lips, in spite of her useless writhings. He continued muttering as he held her: “I sinned fer you. I killed a man. He said he’d hev you. He ‘lowed he’d go down yander to the school whar you war at an’ marry you an’ fetch you back. I war a fool to ‘low you to go thar fer him to foller an’ get you. I killed him. He’s dade.”

The short, interrupted sentences fell on her ears like blows. She ceased struggling and, drooping upon his bosom, wept, sobbing heart-brokenly.

“Oh, Frale!” she moaned, “if you had only told me, I could have given you my promise and you would have known he was lying and spared him and saved your own soul.”