So, getting close to his ear, Letty poured out in moving terms the story of Annette’s accident, though she did not tell him the fate of the letter. When she had ended, he sighed, and answered: “Poor girl! I’m sorry for her; but there’s some mistake, surely, Letty, for little Annette was never my sweetheart--never! I never loved any girl in my life but Daisie Bell, and I want you to slip in there and get her to come out here and see me. Won’t you?” Two big silver dollars pressed into her hand clinched the argument, and Letty tripped blithely away on her errand, leaving Dallas waiting with wild impatience for the coming of his little love. And presently she came with a look of wonder on her fair face, for the maid had simply whispered to her that some one wanted to see her on the balcony, and she must just slip out without any fuss. Daisie thought it might be a messenger from Aunt Alice about something, so she stole away, pretending she wished to lay aside the bridal veil. In the hall she gave it to Letty to carry upstairs, and then glided out to the balcony, all unconscious of the joy that awaited her there. When Dallas heard her coming he stepped back from the window into the screen of a climbing vine, where there was a seat for two, and waited. She came close to him, and the moonlight shone on her fair face and white gown and waves of golden hair. Oh, how beautiful she was in evening dress, with her neck uncovered, and her perfect arms, so white and rounded, bare to the shoulders! She saw the dark form sitting in the shadow so silently, and as the hem of her white gown brushed against his knee, she faltered: “Who wants me?” Dallas half rose, holding out impassioned arms, whispering: “I want you, Daisie, darling! I want you to forgive my folly and madness! I want you to be my little love still, as you promised that day before I left you! I want----” But then his arms closed around her yielding form, and his last words were smothered in the kiss he pressed on the top of her shining head. Ah! what joy for little Daisie, what sudden rapture! Dallas Bain drew her down to the seat beside him, and in the shadow of the rose vines he kissed her lips, and she kissed him back again, dear little Daisie, forgiving everything in a moment, forgetting all the past, thinking of nothing else on earth but that he was her own again. CHAPTER XIV. “LOVE IS HEAVEN.” Inside the drawing-room, now that the last act of the entertainment was over, all was joyous confusion, people flitting about in merry converse, while over all rose low strains of music, now sad, now joyous, each finding an echo in some tender heart. But Daisie Bell was too beautiful not to be missed, even in that brilliant throng, even had not Royall Sherwood impatiently questioned his cousin as to her absence.