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“Nelly,” he implored.

Nelly looked at him wickedly.

“You’d better go back to your friends. That old woman with the eyeglasses is watchin’ you.”

Winslow said something strong under his breath as he went back to the others. Will Evans and his chums began to chaff him about Nelly, but he looked so dangerous that they concluded to stop. There is no denying that Winslow was in a fearful temper just then with Mrs. Keyton-Wells, Evans, himself, Nelly–in fact, with all the world.

His friends drove him home in the evening on their way to the station and dropped him at the Beckwith farm. At dusk he went moodily down to the shore. Far up the Bend was dim and shadowy and stars were shining above the wooded shores. Over the river the Pennington farmhouse lights twinkled out alluringly. Winslow watched them until he could stand it no longer. Nelly had made off with his skiff, but Perry Beckwith’s dory was ready to hand. In five minutes, Winslow was grounding her on the West shore. Nelly was sitting on a rock at the landing place. He went over and sat down silently beside her. A full moon was rising above the dark hills up the Bend and in the faint light the girl was wonderfully lovely.

“I thought you weren’t comin’ over at all tonight,” she said, smiling up at him, “and I was sorry, because I wanted to say goodbye to you.”

“Goodbye? Nelly, you’re not going away?”

“Yes. The cats were in the pantry when I got home.”

“Nelly!”

“Well, to be serious. I’m not goin’ for that, but I really am goin’. I had a letter from Dad this evenin’. Did you have a good time after I left this afternoon? Did Mrs. Keyton-Wells thaw out?”

“Hang Mrs. Keyton-Wells! Nelly, where are you going?”

“To Dad, of course. We used to live down south together, but two months ago we broke up housekeepin’ and come north. We thought we could do better up here, you know. Dad started out to look for a place to settle down and I came here while he was prospectin’. He’s got a house now, he says, and wants me to go right off. I’m goin’ tomorrow.”

“Nelly, you mustn’t go–you mustn’t, I tell you,” exclaimed Winslow in despair. “I love you–I love you–you must stay with me forever.”

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’, Mr. Winslow,” said Nelly coldly. “Why, you can’t marry me–a common servant girl.”

“I can and I will, if you’ll have me,” answered Winslow recklessly. “I can’t ever let you go. I’ve loved you ever since I first saw you. Nelly, won’t you be my wife? Don’t you love me?”

“Well, yes, I do,” confessed Nelly suddenly; and then it was fully five minutes before Winslow gave her a chance to say anything else.

“Oh, what will your people say?” she contrived to ask at last. “Won’t they be in a dreadful state? Oh, it will never do for you to marry me.”

“Won’t it?” said Winslow in a tone of satisfaction. “I rather think it will. Of course, my family will rampage a bit at first. I daresay Father’ll turn me out. Don’t worry over that, Nelly. I’m not afraid of work. I’m not afraid of anything except losing you.”

“You’ll have to see what Dad says,” remarked Nelly, after another eloquent interlude.

“He won’t object, will he? I’ll write to him or go and see him. Where is he?”

“He is in town at the Arlington.”

“The Arlington!” Winslow was amazed. The Arlington was the most exclusive and expensive hotel in town.

“What is he doing there?”

“Transacting a real estate or railroad deal with your father, I believe, or something of that sort.”

“Nelly!”

“Well?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I say.”

Winslow got up and looked at her.

“Nelly, who are you?”

“Helen Ray Scott, at your service, sir.”

“Not Helen Ray Scott, the daughter of the railroad king?”

“The same. Are you sorry that you’re engaged to her? If you are, she’ll stay Nelly Ray.”

Winslow dropped back on the seat with a long breath.

“Nelly, I don’t understand. Why did you deceive me? I feel stunned.”

“Oh, do forgive me,” she said merrily. “I shouldn’t have, I suppose–but you know you took me for the hired girl the very first time you saw me, and you patronized me and called me Nelly; so I let you think so just for fun. I never thought it would come to this. When Father and I came north I took a fancy to come here and stay with Mrs. Pennington–who is an old nurse of mine–until Father decided where to take up our abode. I got here the night before we met. My trunk was delayed so I put on an old cotton dress her niece had left here–and you came and saw me. I made Mrs. Pennington keep the secret–she thought it great fun; and I really was a great hand to do little chores and keep the cats in subjection too. I made mistakes in grammar and dropped my g’s on purpose–it was such fun to see you wince when I did it. It was cruel to tease you so, I suppose, but it was so sweet just to be loved for myself–not because I was an heiress and a belle–I couldn’t bear to tell you the truth. Did you think I couldn’t read your thoughts this afternoon, when I insisted on going ashore? You were a little ashamed of me–you know you were. I didn’t blame you for that, but if you hadn’t gone ashore and taken me as you did I would never have spoken to you again. Mrs. Keyton-Wells won’t snub me next time we meet. And some way I don’t think your father will turn you out, either. Have you forgiven me yet, Burton?”

“I shall never call you anything but Nelly,” said Winslow irrelevantly.