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He nodded. "She left this morn
ing." There was c pause. The girl played
idly with her parasol. Then
"You have been married two years,
Will?" she asked.
"Yes. And you about the same
length of time. Oh, my dear, if we
had known how much'we cared for
"Care," said the girl, turning to
him. "Will, I will confess that I care
for you more than for any man on
earth. I would ask nothing dearer
than to spend the rest of my days
"And your husband?"
"Oh, he is absorbed in his affairs.
He is a man of millions what is the
love of a wife to him?"
"And my wife," answered Dunham,
"is shallow, worldly and emotion
less." ''Will! What are you saying?"
"I should not have said that," he
admitted penitently. "I would not
have said it to anybody but you. But
to think that we have two clear days
together! Where are you staying?
At the St Regis?"
"I am there, too. I went there in
the hope that you would be there.
Did you have any trouble in getting
"Not a particle," replied the girl,
with a trace of bitterness in her tone.
"I told my husband that I was going
away for three days. He said noth
ing, except to ask me how much I re
quired. That is like him; he meas
ures everything in terms of money."
"Well, money's a pretty good thing
to have," said Dunham- "And .now,
dearest, I have a proposal to make.
Since this meeting is to be a remind
er of the days before we were mar
ried, let us forget that we we owe
anything to others, and bevengaged
again, as we used to be."
"But it's so so horribly senti
"But isn't that what we came here
"Yes," she agreed. She placed her
arms around his neck. "Oh, Will, if '
only if we had. never married others,
The two days passed like a happy
dream. They spent the whole time
together, at the hotel, on the board--walk,
at the places of amusement
They boated together, swam, joined
in the crowd of merrymakers. But as
the third evening approached the
shadow of the past seemed to fall
They were silent as they sat td
gether by the sea that night
"Tomorrow it all ends, Will," sigh
ed the girL
"Yes," he answered. "Tomorrow
we go back, I to my wife "
"And I to my husband. Oh, Will, if
we could spend three days together
like this ever year!" -
Another silence. Then
"Will, did you mean it when you
said that your wife is shallow, world
ly and emotionless?"
"No," he confessed. "I love her for
what she is. I want to devote my life
fo her, to try to make Her happy. But
you is your husband really a man
absorbed in his business interests?
Doesn't he care for you? How could
he help caring?"
"He cares," the girl admitted. "I
was speaking falsely, dear. He loves
me. And so, we have our duties to
ward these two."
"Yes,-" he agreed.
The last few minutes were gone.
They rose and sauntered back toward
the hotel. In the shadows of the en
trance, where nobody was, they ex
changed a swift and furtive embrace.
"I shall not see you before you
go?" she asked.
"No, dear. I think that would be
best We must take up our lives
again with these memories to sweet
en them, and without the pain of a
"You are right, Will, she answer
ed. "Good-night, dear," she whisper
The next morning Will Dunham
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