forgive by-gones.
Two days later, Frank Moray saw her safely on the train which would take her as far as Clayton, where her uncle promised to meet her.
"If I write to you sometimes, will you answer my letters, little Jessie?" asked Frank Moray, as he found her a seat in a well-crowded car, and bent over her for the last glance into the girl's beautiful, wistful face.
"Yes," she answered, absently.
For a moment his hand closed over hers; he looked at her with his whole soul in his honest eyes, then he turned and quickly left her.
He stood on the platform and watched her sweet face at the window until the train was out of sight, then he moved slowly away.
Jessie stared hard through the window, but she never saw any of the scenes through which she was whirling so rapidly. Her thoughts w
