The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1906-08-16
lis love, hopeless as it was.

his love. hopeless as it was.
1t has been most serious and sacred
to me. shall never forget you-never.
1t has helped me in so many ways just
to know YOU. 1t has changed so many
of my ideals. l can't be grateful
enough"
Miss Emory approved his attitude
1t was as it should be. She was sorry
for him. She admired his dignity and
repression. 1t made him seem so
strong and purposeful.
You will find your happiness some
day, Mr.. Oakley. You will find some
one more worthy than L." She knew
he would be insensible to the trite-
ness of her remark.
NO" generously, that couldn't be.
III not find any one. I'll not look
ooh, but you Will"
Already. with the selfishness of her
sex and n selfishness which was great
err than that of her sex, she was regret
ting that she had allowed him to step
SO easily into the position of rejected
lover.
II don't want YOU to think it is 60
ing to ruin my life," he said quietly,
'or anything of that Sort
An appeal to her pity seemed weak
and contemplate.
Il have striven to win what 1 can't
have. what is not for me, and am sat
isfied to have made the effort"
Miss Emory bit her lip. He was go
Ing to put her out of his life entirely.
1t was ended, and he would do his best
to forget her with what speed he
might, for he loved her and was too
generous to wish her to suffer. This
generosity. needless to say, was too
altruistic for Constance to fully appre-
ciate its beauties. Indeed, she did not
regard it as generosity at all. She re-
sented it. She realized that probably
she would not see him ag mat least,
the meeting would not he of his MAX
Ing or choosing. There was to be no
sentimental aftermath. He was pre-
pairing to go, like the sensible fellow he
was, for good and all, and she rebelled
against the decree 1t seemed brutal
and harsh. She was angry, hurt and
offended Perhaps her conscience was
troubling her too. She knew she was
mean and petty.
II don't think it could have been very
serious to you, Mr.. Oakley she muir
INJURED, gazing abstractedly from the
window
Il don't know why you think that.
| can't say any more than have said.
1t includes ALL She wanted to tell
aim he gave up too easily.
AT any rate, we are friends" he
added.
Are you going:" she cried, with a
ring of real longing and regret in her
voice, lifted out of herself for the mo-
ment at the thought of losing him.
Dan nodded, and a look of pain
came into his face.
Yes, am going"
But you are not going to leave
Antioch?'
ooh, no!'
And Miss Emory felt sense of re-
lief. She rose from her chair. ."rhen
L Slltlil ste Ou again.
Probably" smiling. I'VE couldn't
we'll avoid seeing each other in place
the size of this
He held out his hand frankly.
And shant see you here any
more:' she asked softly.
II guess not a little roughly The
bitterness of his loss stllng him. He
He wondered, too, il she had been
quite fair to him, if her ability to
guard herself was entirely commenda-
| BILE after all. He knew i'll the end his
only memory of her would he that she
was beautiful He would carry this
| memory and a haunting sense of in
completeness with him wherever he
went.
She placed her hand in his and look
ed up into his face with troubled, seri-
GUS eyes.
"Goodby." 1t was almost whisper.
Dan crossed the room to the door
and flung it open. For an instant he
wavered on the threshold, but Il mo-
| ment later was striding down the
street. with his hat jammed needlessly
low over his ears and his hands thrust
deep in his trousers pockets.
At the window Constance, With a
white. scared face, was watching him
from between the parted curtains She
hoped lie would look back, but he new
er once turned his head
l