"Say that you forgive me!"
The blonde head sank until it touched the brown:
"I forgive you—but, oh, Dan, dear, I don't want to live any more now——"
"Don't say that!" he pleaded desperately.
"And I've wanted to live so madly, so desperately—but now—I'm afraid I can't."
"You can—you must! You have forgiven me. I'll prove my love to you by a life of such devotion I'll make you forget! All I ask is the chance to atone and make you happy. You must live because I ask it, dear! It's the only way you can give me a chance. And the boy—dearest—you must live to teach him."
She nodded her head and choked back a sob.
When the first faint light of the dawn of a glorious spring morning began to tinge the eastern sky he was still holding her hands and begging her to live.