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"I feel so," responded Bertram
"Sort of shaken up after your
lucky escape I see," remarked light
hearted Amory, and let his friend
pass on, little dreaming of the wild
turmoil going on within that loyal
Till the dews of evening covered
him, till the distant bells chimed out
the solemn midnight hour, till the
first twittering birds began the greet
ing chorus to dawn, his face buried
in the grass, Bertram Morse fought
out his great battle.
He loved Evelyn he was even sure
that she loved him. He was unfortu
nate in not coming on the scene until
Amory had proposed to her. Good
old Amory! They had been like
brothers. He was not strong and
muscular like Bertram, and that had
made Amory always lean toward him
protectingly. Then, too, he needed a
woman's tender care, for there were
times when his frail frame could not
withstand a chronic illness he had
So, with the early dawn Bertram
Morse quietly, sadly, turned his back
on the world that had been, and the
ones he cherished. And all through
the searing ordeal he whispered to
"When Bhe is old and I am old
and Amory will not tare, I shall claim
Bertram visited a widowed sister
in a town at a distance. Heirrote
only one letter. It was to his friend
Amory, telling him that he counted
on a better working chance out West,
and had started on his journey thus
abruptly to spare the pain of parting
with his good, kind friends.
Then for three years those friends
heard nothing of Bertram nor he of
them. He went away from civiliza
tion. With a body of sturdy pros
pectors he braved the hardships of
two trying Alaska winters. One day
Bertram turned up at the home of his
sister, a tired-out man, bronzed, 1
roughened, but breaking down with
There were weeks of lonely illness,
then a protracted convalescence. He
was seated in his invalid chair one
sunny afternoon when he called his
sister to his side.
"I am getting nearly well enough
to move on again, Bertha," he said.
"I want to call in the lawyer tomor
row. I did quite well out West and
brought a tidy little fortune home
with me. I want to settle it on you,
for I may not return again."
That was his determination. The
old tugging had come at his heart
when he realized that he was com
paratively near to Evelyn. When des
perately ill he had thought of sending
for her, but had procrastinated the
ordeal. Now, however, he said:
"And mail this letter, Bertha," and
it was directed to Evelyn.
He had asked her to come and see
him and bring her husband with her.
"I am going away never to return,"
he wrote. "I want to make Amory a
little present out of the fortune I
have made and don't know what to
do with. And I want your parting
benison the kiss!"
The lights were low at eventide
two days later when the invalid heard
a rustle at the front doorway and a
voice that thrilled him in converse
with his sister. It was Evelyn.
"Bertram!" and a welcome form
came into the room. "Oh, why did
you not send for me before during
all your lonely illness?"
"This moment compensates for
all," murmured Bertram unsteadily.
"And now I am here," continued
Evelyn, "you will not send me away,
"But your husband, Amory?" be
"Did you not hear? He died a year
ago," explained Evelyn in a subdued
tone. "Bertram, I was his true wife,
and I told him all. He died blessing
me as his faithful, devoted compan
ion and you as the truest friend
ueveu ever gave to man,"