The Fighting Shepherdess

The unconscious pathos went straight to the boy's chivalrous heart.

"Oh, Honey!" he cried impulsively, and taking her hand in both of his he held it tight against his breast.

Her eyes grew luminous at the word and the caress.

"Honey!" she repeated in a wondering whisper. "I like that."

Her lids lowered before the new and strange expression in his face.

"You've always seemed so independent and self-reliant, like another fellow, somehow. I didn't know you were so sweet. I'm just finding you out."

She looked at him before replying, but he trembled before the soft light shining in her eyes.

He stood for a moment uncertainly, fighting for his self-control, then, casting off restraint, he threw his arms about her, crying passionately: "I love you! I love you, Katie! There's nobody like you in the whole world. Kiss me--Sweet!"

She drew back startled, looking into his eyes. Her own seemed to melt under what she saw there, and she slowly lifted her lips. When she could speak-"You'll love me for always, Hughie?"

"For always," huskily. "For ever and ever, Katie."