"But the man I love doesn't realize all that yet, Papa dear. He is bound by the memories of the past to a woman he once loved, a woman who is evil at heart, and though she betrayed him for the lust of money, is determined to hold him still her slave. But she shall not. I'll fight for him! And you'll help me, Papa, won't you?"
The father drew her close.
"Won't I—just wait and see!—But you haven't told me his name? I've been very blind, I fear."
"You've never guessed?"
She lifted her face to his in surprise.
"No."
"Jim."
"Our Jim Stuart?"
She nodded. Her voice wouldn't work.
"Oh, I see, I see!" the father mused. "The first love of a child's heart grown slowly into the great passion of life."