But this fool doesnt. Hate me hate
me! Hate me!"
And the Little Heiress wrote back:
"I draw the line at any further
humiliation. I give you up. Think
of me kindly if you can. We shall
not see each other any more, except
by accident. 'I can't think of any
more to say. Goodby."
Though this answer was what
Proud Face told himself he had hoped
for, it bame to him as something of
a shock. There were not, after all,
so many flowers in the garden of his
life that he cared to have the Little
Heiress lifted from it, roots and all,
and set in some other garden beyond
the wall, where he could not even
see her any more. All that day, and
for many days, he would have in the
midst of his work a sudden sinking
feeling, and would realize after a
moment or two that he was thinking
of the Little Heiress and how that
she was gone out of his life forever.
He was not the least bit angry with
her for having first announced the
engagement, and then the disengage
ment He met the looks of his friends
with an unabashed look, and nobody
dared ask him questions. But in his
heart he was ashamed, humiliated
and troubled; and he did not do his
work properly, and he felt his ambi
tions slipping away from him. He
felt obliged, too, not to go any more
into society for fear that he would
meet the Little Heiress.
Meanwhile the shirtfronts gath
ered once more about the Little Heir
ess and beset her goings and her
comings with attentions.
"Iswill make you lave me," one
"If you only can," she would an
"If youH only give me the chance."
"Now is the chance."
But the suddenness of the oppor
tunity found the shlrtfront unpre
pared and left him stuttering before
the" sweet gravity and readihess-to-be-made-to-love
of the Little Heiress.
Very late one night, as Proud Pace
was walking home from an ushers'
dinner, full of discontent, he passed
by Aunt Katharine's house, and, look-l
ing up the shimmering marble facer
of it, saw that in the windows of
one of the corner rooms there were
"The Little Heiress is still up," h&:
thought, and he stood in the shade!
of a lamp-post and watched tbe
lights. It seemed to him that not fort
a long time had he been in any em
ployment that was so pleasant. He
hoped that the lights would not soom
be put out.
"But they roust go soon," thought
Proud Face, "soon."
And with that, just as if they had:
been waiting for a signal, out went
The next morning he accepted the
California branch of his firm and be-i
gan his preparations for the long
Whether or not a little bird told
the Little Heiress that Proud Face
was going to shake the dust of New
York from his feet is unknown. It
doesn't matter. She wrote him a.
"Don't go without saying goodby.
If you could come Saturday at three,
Tou start Saturday at five, don't
When Proud Face came (Saturday
at exactly three) he found the Little
Heiress expecting him.
"So it's goodby," said Proud Face,
"and good luck."
"Yes," said the Little Heiress. "But
why did you stand so long and look
up at my window the other night?"
"Oh," said Proud Face, and he
"I watched you watcK;" said the
Little Heiress, "until I thought it
couldn't be good for you to stand so.
long in the night, and then I put
out the lights and you went away."
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