She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. Dare we look back upon the darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of this. And if I cared to have him come every day, why shouldn’t he? I find him very amusing and very useful as well. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. On the stranger's appearance, she was seated near the window busily occupied with her needle. "I haven't worn anything else in weeks. ’ ‘Sport!’ grumbled her betrothed, but he accompanied them across the ballroom all the same. “But it is so difficult——” “Not at all,” he answered eagerly. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories.
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