He stood for some time looking down at the post card; it did not
seem possible that in the few months since those wonderful days,
life could have been so cruel to them both. Lily married, and he
himself--
Ellen came up when he was tying his tie. She stood behind him,
watching him in the mirror.
"I don't know what you've done to your hair, Willy," she said; "it
certainly looks queer."
"It usually looks queer, so why worry, heart of my heart?" But he
turned and put an arm around her shoulders. "What would the world
be without women like you, Ellen?" he said gravely.
"I haven't done anything but my duty," Ellen said, in her prim voice.
"Listen, Willy. I saw Edith again to-day, and she told me to do
something."
"To go home and take a rest? That's what you need."
"No. She wants me to tear up that marriage license."
He said nothing for a moment. "I'll have to see her first."
"She said it wouldn't be any good, Willy. She's made up her mind."
She watched him anxiously. "You're not going to be foolish, are
you? She says there's no need now, and she's right."
"Somebody will have to look after her."
"Dan can do that. He's changed, since she went.
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