"Oh, Bessie, a promise is a promise," said Moore. "When I have found a position I 'll consider your proposal of marriage. Can't you see, dear, what poor proof of my love for you it would be to allow you to share my present lot? Think how we should struggle, perhaps almost starve."
"I should not care if I were with you," she said.
"But I, Bessie? It would break my heart to know you were bearing such desolation for love of me."
"Where there is love there can be no desolation."
Moore's voice shook as he answered her, but he remained firm in his determination.
"You are the bravest girl in all the world, Bessie, but even your sweet words shan't make me close my eyes to the truth. We will go on as we are now. I 'll fight it out, and when I am satisfied that I can offer you one tithe of what you deserve, if God wills that I succeed, I 'll come to you with open arms. I 've no head for business. It's a new world I 'll have to conquer, dear. We must wait and I 'll not let you bind yourself to me. Perhaps there will be some one else some day--"
She stopped his mouth with a kiss.
"How can you be so cruel?" she half sobbed. "There can never be any one but you."
"But," he said mischievously, "you took so long to make up your mind, I thought--"
"Tom, you don't love me or you would not tease me so."