Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1921-09-23
! POSTSCRIPTS
BY MARGARET A. SWEENEY.


Il know that good sport never hits
a man when he is down. so you see
am rather cheap sport. am going
TO swat you'll am breaking my word
my troth to you.
ut Is now six months since your
doctor sent you to Pasadena, and you
tell me that your specialist there says
that 1t will require another six
months In that climate before you are
well, and that In order to keep well
he advises you to make q permanent
home In California.
well, Crofter, needless to say that
! would not-could not leave Boston
and, besides, 1t may take years, judy
Ing from what I know, before you are
financially able to assume the respon-
slbility of home-such a home as we
would like.
II am no longer so very young.
Crofter, shall be twenty-four next
month; and so, in justice to myself
and my family, l think 1t better 10
break our engagement.
To-day am returning the ring and
the string of pearls. Please do not
judge me too harshly, and, please, for
old times sake, let us still be friends
with all good wishes for your
health and happiness. Yours sincerely.
"CYNTHIA."
up. S.-The real truth Is, Crofter,
that fathers new partner, Mr.. Wal
lace, has piles and piles of money
he made 1t while you were overseas
being gassed to death-and father and
mother and Aunt Sarah all sing his
praises and all think that ought to
marry him. Mr. Wallace thinks so.
too, but | told him last night that I
wanted few days to think 1t over"
"There-Crofter ought to know that
I'm not altogether to blame" she So
liloquized, as she glanced over the
postscript. "He knows that /"
"A letter for you, Miss Cynthia"
The letter that the maid brought
was pOstmarked Pasadena" and
Cynthia opened and read:
Mountain Road, Pasadena,
april 20, 1920.
"Dearest-Since writing to you q
few days ago | have been obsessed by
the thought that 1t is selfish and IN
fair for me, a partial invalid, to hold
you to your promise to become my
wife.
I'm some way, Cynthia, l have be-
come aware Tor l think l have) that
you want to be released. The tone Of
your letters liz different. | feel
change in you.
"And, Of course, | know that | am
not the man, physically or financially,
that | was on that day Of days in June,
1917, when you made me the happiest
man In all the world / want to play
fair with you, Cynthia, and so | shall
not think of holding you to your prom
Use to me.
II wish, Cynthia, that you were here
with me this morning. If could look
into your dear eyes and tell you just
what is In my heart 1t would make
this easier.
81 am alone on the veranda, and my
chair faces toward that mighty range
Of mountains that rises before me like
a vast fortress-vague and reticent
these mountains stand, and they take
no part In our lot or being. Beyond
them lies the great Mohave desert;
beyond that lie endless mountains and
plains, and away Off there on the New
England coast--you-you.
Every day, dear heart, sit here
1t the foot of the misty mountains and
Hose my eyes for little while so that
may see you the better, and some
lines In the evening l walk and talk
With you under the orange trees-it Is
, way lonely folks have.
"But the chances are, little girl, that
may never see you again, for have
'ound that | must make my home out
lere, and | know how attached you
ire to Boston. l have bought this lit
lie four-room bungalow-it Is almost
covered by bush Of ram
ling roses.
81 want to thank you for the won
lerful letters you have written me.
Please let me keep them. Some Of
hem gave me courage at the Marine
md | have another battle still to
light.
you shall always live in my heart,
earest, for | love you-yOu-you
My.
always yours,
"CROFTER HARRISON"