woman i said you could be made to love but let that be left for another man to do i want no love like that i want a woman some day you e by the pretty sister of will not cast the under your feet you will take it and hide it in your breast it wiu not be mine but some other man s who loves you less i loved you i was mad for you but it shall cease it is better to think only of the than to play the fool for a woman who has no love in her heart you are pretty but that is not everything you can work but a man can break through them there go i he gave her one long look flung her hands aside and had the wall and was gone himself one moment later stood still with hands dropped at her side staring with wide fierce eyes down the white road the next evening came home from his work later than usual he came down the road with a drooping head and a slow and heavy step when he sat down to his food he ate but little and as he bent over his soup he heard scolding by the pretty sister of it is gone she was saying you took it and have thrown it away was it not mine said it was mine i cared nothing for it and have done what i chose with it lifted his head and listened what has happened he asked she has thrown away the which i had saved answered i laid it away and she has taken it what harm did it do her that it should lie out of her sight in peace did you do that said to � was it meant for her said i told you he ought to have thrown it to her and not to me broke a piece of bread and it on the table mechanically you need not have done that he said i wish you had left it in its place it did no hurt and we shall not see him again he is not coming any more and soon he by the pretty sister of goes away and who knows what may happen walked out of the house without speaking she did not come back for a long time and they did not know where she had gone but as that was her way when she was in a naughty humor they were not anxious about her when she returned at last the moon was shining again and was asleep in the shadow of the vines and sat on the bench outside the door smoking sat down on the threshold and rested her head against the side of the door she said nothing at all and only looked out at the dew laden flowers sparkling in the garden there was silence for several minutes and then turned uneasily and spoke yes he said he will not come again and soon he goes away it is for the best he is very strong and determined perhaps by the pretty sister of that comes of fighting he said he wanted you but you did not want him so he must forget about you he must cease to think of you or hear of you he asked me as a friend not to let him see me for a while until it was over to see me would remind him of you and that would not do he asked it as a friend � there was no he is my friend yes though he is and i am only a poor fellow who works hard it will all be as well as ever between us when it is all done with and we meet again if you had wanted him we should have been brothers sat still what strange thing had happened to her she did not know something was the matter with her breathing something hurt her labored in it with heavy like blows which her she shut her hands and drove the nails into her she could not have spoken for the world by the pretty sister of before could say more she rose with fierce and passed hun and was gone again the poor fellow looked after her small swift form if she had wanted him he said he would have made her a good husband and we should have been brothers but she is not easy to please and she would not give one a chance who did not please her at first and there is no one who a bull as he does flew like a bird until she reached the low wall where the grew at the spot where she had stood the night before there she stopped panting the breath of the filled all the air about her she looked up the white road a strange new passion filled her she did not know whether it was anger or not but if it was anger it was of a new kind with more pain in it than she was used to he by the pretty sister of would not come again � not at all again he not appear at her side as if he had sprung from the earth he would not follow her or plead with her or look at her every moment he was near her he would not try to make her speak only last night he was here in this very spot and now he would speak like that again he would forget her not care for her � forget her she would not believe it she knew he could they never did they always loved her best and wanted no one else and still the labored throbbing went on in her side and she panted for breath c ome back she cried looking up the white road i tell 