"Look here, don't you go and make any mistakes on that line. I'm giving nothing to the Society or the church. That bit of land goes to the poor, cold, hungry fellows, who are down on their luck, like Dick here was. I tell you what though, Clara, if you'll say yes, I'll add the house and enough to furnish it besides."
The girl hesitated for just a moment. Here was temptation added to temptation. Then she pulled on her rubbers and rose to go. "No, George, No, I cannot. You know you would not need to buy me if I felt it right to say yes."
"But I'm going to keep on asking you just the same," said George.
"You won't get angry if I keep it up, will you?"
"I—guess—not. I feel rather badly when you don't. I don't like to say no; but I would feel awful if you didn't give me a chance to say it. Good-bye George."
"Good-bye dearest. You can't forbid me loving you anyway, and some day you'll take me for what I am."
Clara shook her head. "You know," she said.
As the door closed, Dick wheeled around from the press, holding out his ink-stained hand to George.
"What's the matter?" said the other wonderingly, but grasping the outstretched hand of his helper.
"I want to shake hands with a man, that's all," said Dick. "Why don't you join the church and win her?"
"Because if I did that I wouldn't be worthy of her," said George.