FORGET THAT I LOVED YOU
into her face again, and as quickly fled, leaving her pale and trembling.
"Well, what does he say?" inquired Harry, bluntly.
"He says it is impossible for him to come to-night," said Maimie, putting the note into her bosom.
"Huh!" grunted Harry, and flung out of the room.
Immediately Maimie pulled out the note.
"Oh, auntie," she cried, "I am so miserable; Ranald is not coming and he says—there read it." She hurriedly thrust the note into Mrs. Murray's hands, and Mrs. Murray, opening it, read:
My Dear Maimie: It is impossible for me to go to you to-night Your father and I have had a difference so serious that I can never enter his house again, but I am writing now to tell you what I meant to tell you to-night. I love you, Maimie. I love you with all my heart and soul. I have loved you since the night I pulled you from the fire.
"Maimie," said Mrs. Murray, handing her back the note, "I do not think you ought to give me this. That is too sacred for any eyes but your own."
"Oh, I know, auntie, but what can "I do? I am so sorry for Ranald! What shall I do, auntie?"
"My dear child, in this neither I nor any one can advise you. You must be true to yourself."
"Oh, I wish I knew what to do!" cried Maimie. "He wants me to tell him—" Maimie paused, her face once more covered with blushes, "and I do not know what to say!"
"What does your heart say, Maimie?" said Mrs. Murray, quietly.
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