With Harber, however, the pathway had seemed leading otherwhere. He wasn't the sort of youth to kiss and ride away. And, discounting their adventurous talk, he had tacitly supposed that his course the last few weeks spelled the confinement of the four walls of a Tawnleytown cottage, the fetters of an early marriage. He had been fighting his mounting fever for the great world, and thinking, as the train sped by, that after all "home was best." It would be. It must be. So, if his fine dreams were the price he must pay for Janet, still he would pay them! And he was startled by her tone. Her slim fingers tightened upon his. "Why do you stay?" she cried passionately. "Why don't you go?" "There's you," he began. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I'm selfish, maybe! I don't know! But it's as much for me as for you that I say it!" Her words poured out tumultuously. "Where are all our wonderful dreams--if you stay here? Gone aglimmering! Gone! I can't see them all go--I can't! Can you?" Was he to have, then, both Janet and his dreams? His heart quickened. He leaned impulsively toward her. She pushed his face away with her free hand. "No--no! Wait till I'm through! We've always known we weren't like other Tawnleytown folk, haven't we, dear? We've always said that we wanted more out of life than they--that we wouldn't be content with half a loaf--that we wanted the bravest adventures, the yellowest gold, the finest emotions, the greater power! And if now ... "See those fights down there--so few--and so faint. We can't live our lives there. Seventy-five dollars a month in the bank for you--and dull, deadly monotony for both of us--no dreams--no adventures--nothing big and fine! We can't be content with that! Why don't you go, John? "Don't mind me--don't let me keep you--for as soon as you've won, you can come back to me--and then--we'll see the world together!" "Janet--Janet!" said Harber, with pounding heart. "How do you know--that I'll win?" "Ah," she said strangely, "I know! You can't fail--_I won't let you fail_"! Harber caught her suddenly in his arms and kissed her as if it were to be his last token of her. "I'm going then!" he whispered. "I'm going!" "When?" "There's no time to be lost!" he said, thinking fast. "If I had known that you were willing, that you would wait--if ... Janet, I'm going to-morrow!" Her arms tightened about him convulsively. "Promise me--promise me!" she demanded tensely, "that you'll never, never forget me--that you'll come back to me!" Harber laughed in her face. "Janet," he said solemnly, "I'll never forget you. I'll come back to you. I'll come back--'though 'twere ten thousand mile!'" And they walked home slowly, wrapt once more in their fascinating talk, fanning the flames of one another's desires, painting for their future the rich landscapes of paradise. Youth! Brave, hot youth! The next day Harber contemptuously threw over his job in the bank and fared forth into the wide world that was calling.