for you. I didn't mean to interfere; but it was only that I thought perhaps you did not realize how much it might mean to the mother. I'll say no more, and we will forget it. Am I forgiven?"
The girl raised her head and swallowed several times. "I'm sorry, too," she said. "I suppose that I seem dreadfully heartless, dreadfully selfish; but truly, truly, Mr. Harris, there isn't any way. I'd do anything that I could—oh, I'd be so glad if I could do something—but it just isn't possible. Won't you try to believe that I would help if I could? Won't you tell Mrs. Sands that there—there isn't anything that I could tell Mrs. Walters—not anything—and that I cannot see her, not ever."
"I will tell her," said Dick, soberly; "And you may be sure that I shall not judge you for refusing. No one but yourself can know your problems as you, yourself do; and no one can know so well how best to deal with them. Goodnight, little neighbor;" and he bent over and touched her hair, softly; "Tomorrow this will never have happened, as far as I am concerned." But as he turned away, there came again from the dark corner the long wail of the Hawaiian woman, intermixed with the broken words of appeal and recrimination and sorrow.
The next day Dick went to see Mrs. Sands. He was particularly crisp in his greeting. "Now see here," he said at once, "I did what you wanted me to, and it didn't work, and started a hell of a rum-
