'I'm Not a Married Man,' She Cried.

He was so white with passionate earnestness that she could not but believe him. She cried, why will you not show me the letter? I'll tell you. Said, he i'm under oath not to show it. And just as i wouldn't break my word to you, so i would keep it to those who hold my promise. It's the business of the lodge, and even to you, its secret. He raised her and soothed her with her head against his breast. Well, dear, it's not so bad as you think we are, but poor men that are trying, in our own way, to get our rights.