"
Tip shook his head sullenly at this threat. "While you hitch, I'll
drop a line to Perry Thomas to take the school. Now hurry."
Tip shuffled away to the barn, and I went into the house, and, after
making a hasty breakfast and getting together a few clothes, sat down
at the table, where Tim had rested his drowsy head all night. I wrote
two notes. One was to Perry and was very brief. The other was brief,
but it was to Mary. When I took up the pen it was to tell her all I
knew and felt. When at last I sealed the envelope it was on a single
sheet of paper, bearing a few formal words, while the scuttle by the
fireplace held all my fine sentiments in the torn slips of paper I had
tossed there. I told Mary that I knew that she did not care for me and
had found herself out. If it was her wish, we would begin again where
we were that night when I saw her first, and I would guide myself into
the future all alone, half happy anyway in the knowledge that it was
best for her and best for Tim. Was I wrong, a single word would bring
me back.
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