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The Great God Success

Chapter 7 — A LITTLE CANDLE GOES OUT.

Word Count: 1958    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

e simply for the day, for the newspaper which dies with the day of its date. Some of his acquaintances wondered why a man of such ability should thus stand still. The less obs

ted him from seeking opportunities for advancement. Entanglement shut him off from the me

r, where indeed in any profession were there many of his age, making five thousand a year? Was he not always improving his mind? Was he not more and more careful in his personal habits? Was he not respected by all who knew him; looked upon as a successful man; regarded by those with whom he came

ays of what one could have and should have done. I am thirty and I have been marking time f

was deceived as to the depth of her insight because he did not watch her closely. He had no suspicion how many, many times, in their moments

d contented. She simply prevented his amatory instincts from gathering strength vigorously to renew that search which men an

room at his club and occupied it occasionally. He laughed at himself, despised himself in a-gentle, soothing way. But he excused himself to himself with earnestness despite his sarcasms at his own

l curiosity. It had kept him from wasting his time at play when he was a boy. It had kept him from plungin

e home earlier than usual, as they were going to the theatre and were to

" she said with good-humoured resignation, a trifle over-acte

rd asked anxiously, for

cold. And I am tak

At the threshold the doctor whispered: "Make some excuse

Alice, sick at heart. "I must go out and arrange for some one else

faintly. He went to

looking at Howard steadily and keenly. "Not

med not to

ow or she'll be gone

ward said in a d

I tell you

f, "And only this afternoon I wished I were free and w

a fourth time, almost shouting it. And he struck the doctor full in the face, reeled and fell headlong to th

embered and began, "I beg your pardon,"-The doctor interrupted with: "Not at all. I've had many queer experiences but never one like that.

Take her south tomorrow. A

the door. "We shall go by

ut I saw that you weren't-that is I couldn't help noticing that you and she

oman because he hates her?" Howard asked, with

ive her. "We must go South in the morning," he almost whispered,

e and two weeks later Howard could not hid

s. A mild breeze was flooding the room with the odours of the pine fore

urmured. "It is so

er hand and l

ng into her eyes and she into his. "

asked, "to take pleasure in another's pain? I see that you are

begged. "P

se I love you. There," she was smiling again. "I promised myse

do you

only one thought-my love for you. But I never would say it, neve

. Then she put it back in his and pushed her fingers up his c

get well, were to go back, you would not. Ah, if you knew, if you only knew how I have wanted your love, how I have lai

n so that his face was

, anyhow, dear. Did you know it? I often wondered if you did. Yes, I saw many little signs. I wouldn't admit it to myself until this illness c

er. She drank in the expression of his eyes-the love, the

h I owe to you. Four long, long, beautiful y

rom the first, I believe. Only I never appreciated you. I was so sel

no one, no one, no one will ev

ionate earnestness in it that carried c

didn't help, maybe hindered, you in trying to do. And you will keep a little room in your heart, a very little room. And I shall be in there. And you

and then her eyes closed, and

s room and hers, and looked in at her. The shades were drawn and only a f

this morning," he laughed, "wi

nearer. The red ribbons were long

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