"Well, John, there are so many things I don't want to speak of--even to you. It isn't easy for a woman to go back and dig up a lot of ugly memories and try to excuse them----" He interrupted her: "I don't ask that. I know your life, as I told you. That makes no difference now. The past is past. I love you as I know you, as you are to-day. It's only the future we want to worry about. Laura, the habit of life is a hard thing to get away from. You've lived in this way for a long time. As my affianced wife you'll have to give it up. You'll have to go back to New York and struggle along on your own hook, until I get enough together to come for you. I don't know how long that will be." Determinedly, almost fiercely, he added: "But it _will_ be. Do you love me enough to stick out for the right thing?" The girl said nothing. Her bosom heaved and her mouth quivered. She appeared deeply moved. Then, suddenly, going quickly up to her companion, she threw her arms affectionately around his neck. Earnestly she said: "Yes, John. I think this is my one great chance. I do love you, and I want to do just what you say." The big fellow's face beamed with content and happiness as fondly he caressed her hair. "I think you will, little girl," he said. "And I'm going to make the same promise. I've been no angel myself. Ever since I've been able to earn my own living, I've abused every natural gift God gave me. This restlessness and love of adventure has kept me where I am. My life hasn't been exactly loose, but it's been all in pieces. I've frittered my time and opportunities away just for the fun of it. But, Laura, dear--when I met you and began to know you I realized for the first time that I was making an awful waste of myself. Now it's all different. Give me time--only a few months--and I'll show you what I can do." "John!" It was all she could say, but he understood, and clasping her passionately, his head dropped lower over her face, until his warm lips met her unresisting mouth. When, after a blissful interval, she looked up, he saw that there were tears in her eyes. Tenderly he said: "Some lovers place a woman on a pedestal and say: 'She never has made a mistake.' Well, we don't need any pedestals. I know you will never make a mistake again." Gravely she placed both her hands on his square shoulders. Looking him straight in the eyes, she said: "John, I will never make you take those words back." "That goes double," he rejoined laughingly. "You're going to cut out the cafes and the lobster suppers, and I'm going to cut out my shiftlessness and indolence. You're going to be somebody, and if my hunch is worth the powder to blow it up, we'll show folks things they never thought were in us. We'll begin right now. You're ready, ain't you, dear?" "Yes, I'm ready." Pointing towards the house, he said: "Then call him." "Brockton?" "Yes, tell him you go back to New York without any traveling companion."