I cannot go over to your side any more than you can come
over to ours."
He merely sighed in answer.
"You do not think less"--and then she paused in troubled silence.
"Louise," called Mrs. Whately's voice.
"Yes," replied the girl, "we are coming."
"I think you will always try to do what seems right to you, Miss
Baron. May God help and guide you, for you may have trouble of which
you little dream. What you say about your side and my side has no
place in my thoughts. I'll help settle such questions with soldiers.
Neither do I wish to be officious, but there is something in my very
manhood which protests against a fair young girl like you being so
beset with troubles."
"Forgive me," she said earnestly. "There it is again. You are
unselfishly thinking of me, and that's so new. There's no use of
disguising it. When you go there'll not be one left except Aun'
Jinkey and Uncle Lusthah who will truly wish what's best for me
without regard to themselves. Well, it can't be helped. At least I
have had a warning which I won't forget.
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