kiss. But God sent success, not failure. And I must be worthy. I have sinned a thousand times as I have gloated over your beauty, heard the music of your voice, touched your soft hand and looked into your soul through those dear blue eyes. It must end. One hour thus face to face we will speak, and never again by word or deed recall that we are aught to one another. I have not asked if you love me. How well I know the tragic truth! But you will tell me once, that my ears may never forget the words on your lips."
"I love you, I love you, I—love—you!" she sobbed in anguish.
"We must never be together alone again," he sighed.
"No."
"We must not see each other any more."
"It is best," she said, with despair.
"I dare not touch your hand—good-by!" he cried, staggering to his feet.
"Good-by, Frank, my hero, my love—my God!"
He took one step toward the door, but his feet carried him to her side.
He trembled, hesitated, and then slowly drew her to his heart. Her arms stole around his neck and her head drooped on his breast, the perfume of her hair was in his nostrils, and their lips met in burning kisses.
"God forgive us! It was more than mortal flesh
