No wonder was it that the lad's unspoken love for the girl took unto itself the qualities of adoration. "She is too sweet and too good to be loved by a useless man such as I am," he thought, and how he wished that his muscle-bound arm might be freed that he could work and fight the world for this angel of a girl. A surgeon had once told him that there was really nothing wrong with his arm. It had grown with the passing years, but was stiffened from long disuse.