tell you it was his impression that she was somewhere in europe it was at her request that we ve been so quiet about it poor girl she has a lot of pride � good by jack but who is she i asked certainly from the way you talk about her she must be somebody did you ever hear of he asked i repeated haunted by some familiar association i shook my head it seems to me i ve heard the name but ive forgotten it never heard of the i beg your pardon of course you are a and could not be expected to know well was the best beloved of � of all for matter you say was i interrupted and i mean it she is finished he shrugged his shoulders � u good by jack ii a dozen � i beg your pardon white men � have lost their hearts to her at one time or another and i m not counting in the the dozen i refer to were of position and she could have married the son of the chief justice if she d wanted to you think she s beautiful eh but you should hear her sing finest native woman singer in her throat is pure silver and melted sunshine we adored her she america first with the royal band after that she made two more on her own � concert work oh i cried i remember now i heard her two years ago at the boston so that is she i recognize her now ii good by jack i was oppressed by a heavy sadness life was a futile thing at best a short two years and this magnificent creature at the summit of her magnificent success was one of the awaiting to s lines came into my mind � the poor old tramp explains his poor old life is i think a blunder and a shame i from my own future if this awful fate fell to what might not my lot be � or anybody s lot i was thoroughly aware that in life we are in the midst of death � but to be in the midst of living death to die and not be dead to be one of that of creatures that once were men aye and women like the of all charms an artist as well and well beloved of men � i good by jack am afraid i must have betrayed my for doctor hastened to assure me that they were very happy down in the settlement it was all too monstrous i could not bear to look at her a short distance away behind a stretched rope guarded by a policeman were the relatives and friends they were not allowed to come near there were no last embraces no kisses of farewell they called back and forth to one another � last messages last words of love last instructions and those behind the rope looked with terrible intensity it was the last time they would behold the faces of their loved ones for they were the living dead being away in the funeral ship to the of ii good by jack doctor gave the command and the unhappy wretches dragged themselves to their feet and under their burdens of luggage began to across the lighter and aboard the steamer it was the funeral procession at once the wailing started from those behind the rope it was blood it was heart i never heard such woe and i hope never to again and were still at the other end of the wharf talking earnestly � politics of course for both were head in that particular game when passed me i stole a look at her she was beautiful she was beautiful by our standards as well � one of those rare blossoms that occur but once in generations and she of all women was doomed to she good by jack walked like a queen across the lighter straight on board and aft on the open deck where the huddled by the rail wailing now to their dear ones on shore the lines were cast off and the began to move away from the wharf the wailing increased such grief and despair i was just that never again would i be a witness to the sailing of the when and returned the latter s eyes were sparkling and his lips could not quite hide the smile of delight that was his evidently the politics they had talked had been satisfactory the rope had been flung aside and the relatives now crowded the piece on either side of us that s her mother doctor i good by jack whispered indicating an old woman next to me who was rocking back and forth and gazing at the steamer rail out of tear blinded eyes i noticed that was also wailing she stopped abruptly and gazed at then she stretched forth her arms in that way that has of embracing an audience and with arms she cried good by jack good by he heard the cry and looked never was a man overtaken by more crushing fear he on the piece his face went white to the roots of his hair and he seemed to shrink and away inside his clothes he threw up his hands and groaned my god my god then he controlled himself by a great effort � i good by jack good by good by he called and he stood there on the wharf waving his hands to her till the was clear away and the faces her were vague and indistinct i thought you knew said who had been regarding him curiously you of all men should have known i thought that was why you were here i know now answered with immense gravity where s the carriage he walked rapidly � half ran � to it i had to half run myself to keep 