"No! Jo! no! Do not tempt me! The experiment would be too dangerous! To give you a warmed-over affection in return for your whole heart, would only be misery for us both--more misery than I am bringing to you now. I respect and esteem you, as I said before--we will be friends--comrades--always--no more!" As she spoke, she extended her hand to him, in farewell to all his hopes. And so understanding he clasped it, a sadness on his face she had never seen there before. "As you will, Cyn," he replied, brokenly, "but I shall love you--forever!" As he spoke, from below came the cry, "Cyn Jo! where are you? we are going!" "Coming!" Cyn's clear voice answered back. "One moment," Jo said, detaining her, "may I--may I kiss you once, Cyn? Once, and for the last time?" There were tears in Cyn's eyes. She bent her handsome head, their lips met, then, without a word, they went on together to join those who awaited them. And it was thus Fate decreed for these two. Love brings the most intense sorrows, the keenest joys of life. But there must always be some lives, into which comes only the sadness, and none of the bliss, of loving. CHAPTER XVI. O. K. Leaving Clem, on their arrival at the hotel, to bear the burden of the green stuff they had brought from the woods, Cyn, with a trace of melancholy on her sunny face, followed Nattie to her room. For Cyn's joyous picnic, with its gay beginning, had ended sadly enough for her. "I want to ask you something," Cyn said, with frank directness, as she carefully closed the door behind them. "And that is, are you, can you be foolish enough to imagine, that Clem and I are in love with each other?" The small basket Nattie held in her hand fell to the floor, at this unexpected question. Had Cyn drawn forth a bowie-knife, and playfully clipped off her nose, she could not have been more astounded. "If you can possibly reduce your eyes to their ordinary size, and give me a candid yes or no, I will be obliged," Cyn said, rather petulantly, after waiting in vain for an answer. The events of the day had sorely tried her usually even temper. A little tremulously, while a burning flush covered her face, Nattie answered her, "I--I have heard it intimated!" "You have heard it intimated! That means yes, to my question," said Cyn; then sinking despairingly on the lounge, she added, "here is a crisis of which I never dreamed!" Not understanding very well, and moreover much agitated by the subject, Nattie knew not what to say. "This is awful!" went on Cyn, savagely beating the pillow with her fist; "what contrary things love affairs are!" Fearful of having in some way betrayed her secret--the only conclusion she could draw from Cyn's extraordinary outburst--Nattie stood looking guiltily at the floor a few moments, then recovering herself, she went to Cyn, and said, in a voice full of emotion,