The man did not ask her to come in, but shut the door in her face. He went hastily back to the library, and then seeing but an old grey-haired man sitting there he softly closed the door and ran upstairs. “What do you want?” came the voice from the inside in answer to the slight knock. “The person is at the door you told me never to allow in,” said the butler. It took but a moment for George Benson to get down stairs. “Why, Annie,” said the soft voice, “I am very sorry to see you in this condition, and you shall have money, but do not come in. Your father is so incensed against you that I would not answer for the consequences if you should.” “Oh, I want to see him, George, so much. Do not turn me away. My child and I are starving.” “Oh, well, as far as money is concerned, I will give you some, but I am sure your father will refuse you admittance.” “Ask him, any way, George,” pleaded she. “Then, wait,” and the man swung gracefully along the hallway. The wasted old man sitting in the chair looked up as his nephew entered. “Want me, uncle?” asked the younger man. “No, George,” replied the old man; “I was just thinking of Annie and wondering if I should ever see her again. Oh, George, do you ever think that she will forgive me for turning from her?” A dark shadow settled over the handsome young face. “I’m sure I don’t know, uncle dear. It seems if she were very anxious she would write to you or in some way answer your letters.” “That’s so, that’s so,” was the reply. “I suppose she is satisfied in her husband’s love.” “I suppose so.” With this George Benson came back to Annie and said: “Poor little girl, he absolutely refuses to see you.” He slipped some money into the woman’s hand, and she turned away with a broken heart. * * * * * Millionaire Benson sat in his library after the departure of his nephew. He wanted his daughter sorely, was willing to forgive her all, even her husband, if she would but return, but there was an evil influence at work about him, and many times George Benson would spend hours in telling him of Annie’s sin. As he sat there this morning and his nephew had gone, another young man just out of college ran up the stairs and burst into the library. “Uncle,” said he lightly, “how are you to-day?” “Pretty well, my boy, pretty well. How are you?” “Oh, more than well, and I do like my work so much. They say at the bank that I am going to be able soon to take a better position.” “Bravo, Tom,” cried the old man; “you shall have any position in that bank you can earn; and labor, boy, labor; that is the secret of success.” “So it is, uncle, and you shall be proud of your boy some day.” The old gentleman sighed. “I believe that, Tom,” replied he, “and I would be satisfied with all my children if I could only see my girl. One would think so sweet a character as Annie would forgive her old stubborn father, would they not?” “Yes,” reluctantly replied the young man.