The corners of the girl's lips twitched and she turned her tender eyes full on John's.
"You are in love with Stella?"
"Yes."
"And she has rejected you?"
"No, we have quarrelled and she refuses to see me or read my letters."
"She loves you?"
"I've hoped so, I don't know. She lets me feel it without words."
"We are friends, what can I do?"
"See her and beg her for God's sake to let me call, at least to read my letters. Will you go to-day?"
"Immediately."
"Thank you," he cried, again tenderly pressing her hand. "You must have loved too, Miss Susie."
"Perhaps I have," was the soft reply. "Write your message and I'll take it."
John seated himself and hastily wrote:
