She pulled him towards the light and gazed upward, devouring him
hungrily with her great, languorous eyes. She held to his coat
lapels, standing close beside him, her warm breath beating up into
his face,

"Well," she said, "kiss me!"

He took her wrists in his and loosed her hold, then looked down on
her gravely and said:

"No--that's all over. I told you so when I left Dawson."

"All over! Oh no, it isn't, boy. You think so, but it isn't--it
can't be. I love you too much to let you go."

"Hush!" said he. "There are people in the next box."

"I don't care! Let them hear," she cried, with feminine
recklessness. "I'm proud of my love for you. I'll tell it to them-
-to the whole world."

"Now, see here, little girl," he said, quietly, "we had a long
talk in Dawson and agreed that it was best to divide our ways. I
was mad over you once, as a good many other men have been, but I
came to my senses. Nothing could ever result from it, and I told
you so."

"Yes, yes--I know. I thought I could give you up, but I didn't
realize till you had gone how I wanted you. Oh, it's been a
TORTURE to me every day for the past two years." There was no