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and she, too weak to resist, lay there
passively in his arms.
At last she gathered strength to
rise. She stood up; she looked at
him and he at heir Both realized the
tragic nature of the passion that had
come into their lives. Neither spoke,
for there was nothing to say.
"Goodnight, Mr. Andrews," she
said at last, moving with an effort to
ward the door.
He bowed his head and she went
home. .Not to rest, though. All night
she lay in a fever, and in the morn
ing she was flushed and delirious,
and for many days thereafter uncon
scious of realities.
Andrews ha left flowers for her
every day, and once, after she began
to mend, little Mrs. Andrews called
on her and spoke of how much her
husband valued her and of the gap
that her Illness had created in his
work. When the little woman had
gone Esther vowed that the past
should be forgotten.
But this was not to be. A letter
came from Andrews, full of passion
ate love. He must see her, he said.
Life without her had become unbear
able. Their lives must lie together:
and if she tried to escape him he
would follow her to the ends of the
earth, if necessary, to find her and
Esther read the letter thoughtfully,
and once again the memory of her
love for him was strong within her.
She knew that she loved him, spite of
dishonor. It was not the opinion of
the world for which she cared. But
there rose up before her eyes the pic
ture of innocent, pretty, pathetic lit
tle llrs. Andrews. She could not
prove a traitress to that little woman,
whose whole life was wrapped
around the man she loved, i
. She tore Andrew's letter into frag
ments and sat down to compose her
answer. In it she said that they must
never meet again. She acknowledged"
her own love for him, but but
She could not finish that letter.
She tore it in pieces also.
Then a wild idea came into her
head, born, perhaps, of the delirium
through which she has passed. She
took her pen again and wrote him an,
effusive, foolish letter such as must,
she knew, disgust a man of Andrews'
depth of feeling tl ran like this:
"Bear friend of mine,
"Your letter is no surprise to me.
I, too, love you. O, the sacredness
and mystery of such sublime love as
ours! I have been waiting ever since
I saw you for you "to" tell me that
you were not indifferent to me, You
are the most wonderful tman hi ibe
world to me, you are my god, with
your tall, straight-figure and magnifi
cent eyes. And yotfr hair curls in just
the way that I have always liked
a man's hair to curl. Now that I
know you love me my heartbeats so
fast it makes. me' dlziy.f I am look
ing forward a thousand times a day
to our next meeting-, when you can
kiss me again like-yoir did that time
and tell me that I am wholly yours
No one could imagine what it cost
Esther In self-respect to write that
letter. And when It was written she
sent the landlady's daughter out to
mail lest she should be compelled
to recall It "
It was" the memory of little Mrs.
Andrews that enabled, her to accom
plish her task. And when she had
finished a great peace came into her
heart. She knew now that it was ir
reparable, that never again need she
see Andrews, that he would seek, and
perhaps find in his wife's love those
qualities which he had discovered in
On the following evening a letter
was received by her in answer. In it
Andrews said briefly that he was sail
ing for Europe with his wife, upon a
three months' holiday.- He enclosed
her a check for her salary, during that
period and regretted that there would
be no further need for her services.
Esther tore up the check as she de
stroyed Andrews' letter. The she
sent out for a newspaper and studied
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