Somehow or other fathers are more likely to take to business men than artists as suitors for the hands of daughters. This father does the same thing, and it is an awfully hard thing for the daughter to remain obedient, because of the great love that keeps calling her heart the other way. Nevertheless, she takes the step eventually and is marries to a man she just about likes, and that's all. Things go well after she leaves her father's farm, and she lives in luxury in the bag city. But one day she reads in the newspapers that her friend of other days, the artist, is to be the social lion at a ball which she is even now preparing to attend that night. She dreads it, but it is too late to plead indisposition. The result of the meeting is that he does not go from the city after the ball, but begins to shower her with attentions, advocating her abandonment of the sacred vows because of a greater love. But she is steadfast, and great is her torture as she struggles to prevent him from doing rash things that would acquaint her husband finds out that she has seen the artist, and after a stormy scene in which he voices his suspicions she leaves the house and goes back to her father's farm. But truth will out, and before the artist breathes his last, some time later, the husband has the satisfaction of hearing form his own lips the words that cause him to follow his wife to the farm, and craving her gracious pardon and forgiveness he takes her back to a home o'er which no shadow of the past shall linger.