“No!” he said, in that old defiant way of his.
That was more than Geraldine could bear. She knelt down beside him and laid her hand over his. She did not know how to say the words he wanted to hear. She could only look and look at him, with tears in her eyes and a little anxious, trembling smile on her lips.
Again he tried to speak, but only one word came:
“Love!” he said faintly.
(The end.)
Transcriber’s Notes
- This story appeared in the January 1926 issue of Munsey’s Magazine.
- The cover image was created by the transcriber and placed in the public domain.