“By debarring it from social intercourse.”

“Perhaps it has,” continued Eugene, “but should not society have a greater ban for those who, by consorting with an alien race, rob their offspring of a right to their names and to an inheritance in their property, and who fix their social status among an enslaved and outcast race?  Don’t eye me so curiously; I am not losing my senses.”

“I think you have done that already,” said Lorraine.  “Don’t you know that if she is as fair as a lily, beautiful as a houri, and chaste as ice, that still she is a negro?”

“Oh, come now; she isn’t much of a negro.”

“It doesn’t matter, however.  One drop of negro blood in her veins curses all the rest.”

“I know it,” said Eugene, sadly, “but I have weighed the consequences, and am prepared to take them.”

“Well, Eugene, your course is so singular!  I do wish that you would tell me why you take this unprecedented step?”

Eugene laid aside his cigar, looked thoughtfully at Lorraine, and said, “Well, Alfred, as we are kinsmen and life-long friends, I will not resent your asking my reason for doing that which seems to you the climax of absurdity, and if you will have the patience to listen I will tell you.”

“Proceed, I am all attention.”

“My father died,” said Eugene, “as you know, when I was too young to know his loss or feel his care and, being an only child, I was petted and spoiled.  I grew up to be wayward, self-indulgent, proud, and imperious.  I went from home and made many friends both at college and in foreign lands.  I was well supplied with money and, never having been forced to earn it, was ignorant of its value and careless of its use.  My lavish expenditures and liberal benefactions attracted to me a number of parasites, and men older than myself led me into the paths of vice, and taught me how to gather the flowers of sin which blossom around the borders of hell.  In a word, I left my home unwarned and unarmed against the seductions of vice.  I returned an initiated devotee to debasing pleasures.  Years of my life were passed in foreign lands; years in which my soul slumbered and seemed pervaded with a moral paralysis; years, the memory of which fills my soul with sorrow and shame.  I went to the capitals of the old world to see life, but in seeing life I became acquainted with death, the death of true manliness and self-respect.  You look astonished; but I tell you, Alf, there is many a poor clod-hopper, on whom are the dust and grime of unremitting toil, who feels more self-respect and true manliness than many of us with our family prestige, social position, and proud ancestral halls.  After I had lived abroad for years, I returned a broken-down young man, prematurely old, my constitution a perfect wreck.  A life of folly and dissipation was telling fearfully upon me.  My friends shrank from me in dismay.  I was sick nigh unto death, and had it not been for Marie’s care I am certain that