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 may meet. And then, Truman Dear, we must get away."

Bennet looked at the drooping girl at his side, saw the lines of forlorn weariness manifested in the face and a great pity well-ed into his heart. He was reminded of the figure of Eurydice as she must have appeared to Orpheus when the latter looked back to see if she was much changed by her journey in the land of Proserpina. She seemed so weak and helplessly suffering that he longed to snatch her away from the present into a golden bright future.

"Dear Little Girl," he said," I am just beginning to know what you must be enduring for my sake. I love you so I don't want harm to come to you. It kills me to see you suffer so. Would you be very lonesome should I go away.—Would it relieve you of your suffering?"

Lida looked up, touched his arm, tears dripping from her lashes.

"It would serve no good purpose to leave me. I'd—only—die. I cannot—and will not marry another. It is too late now, Dear. How would my love fare with you away?"

"Ah, but I only bring suffering to you.—And I can't bear to see you suffer. My love is not selfish enough to feed upon your suffering."

Lida shook her head in a sad negative. "I thought over all these things when we walked down the cinder path at college that night of the reception. You know, a woman looks at her love differently than a man. She weighs the cost. A man simply sees the object of his love, wants that