CHAPTER III.
AN HONEST MAN'S HONEST LOVE.
It was far into twilight when Robert Milburn rang
the bell at the Stanhopes. He had called to escort
them to the closing ball of the Manhattan season.
"I have not seen you for more than a week, Robert. I fear you have been worrying or working too hard," said Cherokee, looking at him searchingly and anxiously.
"Ah, not working any more than I should, yet there has been a terrible weight on my mind—a crushing weight."
"Then, let us remain at home to-night; I prefer it."
"You must have read my mind, I wanted so much to stay, but the fear of cheating you of pleasure kept me from suggesting it."
So it was agreed upon that they would not go to the ball.
"Now tell me what makes you overtax your strength?" said Cherokee, sweetly and solicitously.
"I must get on in my profession, so that one day you will be proud of me." His enthusiasm inspired her.
