look of dutiful affection, "why, there is nothing more that I can ask." He sighed contentedly.
"But put it into words. Something to which I can answer Yes," she said, a happy blush stealing across her cheeks.
The big man gazed at her with a puzzled expression.
"So—so that our engagement can be announced in the papers to-morrow morning."
John asked her, grimacing delight in his sudden comprehension, and took her answer in a kiss. But immediately after he became serious.
"To-morrow morning?" he queried apprehensively; and then answered the interrogation himself. "No, not to-morrow, Bessie. Not soon. Later. When the issues are decided. When we know the worst that is to fall. Not now. You must protect yourself as well as your father and your mother from such notoriety!"
But Bessie's own uncompromising spirit flashed.
"No," she exclaimed with a stamp of her foot that was characteristic. "Now! This is when you need me! Now you are my affianced husband; I want the world to know that he is not as friendless as he seems. That we who know him best believe him most. Do you know, big man, that my parents cancelled their European trip and have been rushing across the continent with me in a special train faster than anybody ever crossed before, just to come and stand by you. Mother had a headache and is resting at the St. Albans, but father and I—why, father is down-stairs in the study waiting. He must have been there hours and hours. Father!"
Bessie had rushed across the room and flung open the door leading downward.
"Father," she cried. "Father! We are coming."
"What's the hurry?" boomed back a big, ironic voice that proceeded from the round moon of an amiable face
