“I said it because you act as if you were bound for state's prison instead of the matrimonial altar. George, what IS troubling you?” “Troubling me? Why--why, nothing special, of course. Catching up with my work here makes me nervous and--and kind of absent-minded, I guess. Act absent-minded, don't I?” He did, there was no doubt of that, but I did not believe it was his work which caused the absent-mindedness. “If there is any trouble, George,” I said, earnestly; “if you're in any difficulty, personally, I shall be very glad to help you, if I can. I mean that.” For a moment I thought he hesitated. Then he shook his head. “I know you mean it, Ros,” he answered. “I'm much obliged to you, too. But there's nothing to help me with. I'm just nervous and tired, that's all.” I did not believe it, but I felt that I had said all I could, considering his attitude. I bade him good night and left the building. As I came down the steps Miss Colton was just crossing the road from Eldredge's store, a good sized brown paper parcel in her hand. Ever since the day when Captain Jed had given me his warning I had been strengthening my resolution. The remark of Mrs. Colton's which I had overheard on the night of the fishing trip, although it revealed to me, as I believed, my real standing in the minds of my neighbors, whatever they might pretend when in my company, was, after all, only a minor detail. I knew that I must break off my acquaintance with this girl. By all that was sensible and sane it must be broken off. I must not, for my own sake, continue to meet her, to see her and speak with her. No; I would avoid her if I could, but, at all events, I would break off the association, even if I were obliged to offend her, deliberately offend her, to accomplish my purpose. I swore it; and then I swore at myself for being so weak-minded as to need to swear. That I should be afraid of a girl, a mere girl, ten years younger than I, who, as the casual pastime of an idle summer, had chosen to pretend an interest in me! I was not afraid of her, of course; I was afraid of myself. Not that I was in danger of falling in love with her--that idea was too ridiculous to be even funny. But she was becoming a disturbing influence in my life--that was it, a disturbing influence--and I must not permit myself to be disturbed. So now, as I saw the disturbing influence crossing the road in my direction, my first thought was to retreat to the bank. But it was too late to retreat; she had seen me, and she bowed pleasantly as she approached. “Good afternoon,” she said. I bowed and admitted that the afternoon was a good one, conscious as I did so that Sim Eldredge had followed her to the door of his store and was regarding us with marked interest.