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Rh profound and generous soul to hear me. Let me ask you not to tempt me; we have gone already too far."

"Not too far when it is with me that you go."

"Yes, Marrion it is, unless we could go all of life's road together. I love you, that you know, but I come to you now, begging you not to tempt me, but to help to make me strong, and to follow the road of sacrifice and duty. My heart cries out to you, but let me not hear. If you love me, prove it, and leave me." Her voice died in a wail, it was a loving, weak soul's despairing cry.

Marrion stood for a moment immovable, then he took her hand with reverential homage.

"Cherokee, you have raised all womankind in my eyes. I did love you—now I worship you. Your open frankness is so unlike the irresolute frailty, the miserable wiles of your sex. You have touched a chord in my heart that has been mute for years. To me you are a garden of roses, you have bloomed even under blight. Beholding you now, I am enabled to forget that the world is evil."

"Blessed be that influence," she murmured, sweetly.

"Yes, God's blessing upon it," he repeated. And he thought of what pangs her high spirit must have endured ere it had submitted to the avowal it