“Well, when I meet him,” promised Zaidos, “I’ll tell him a few things!”
Helen smiled. “You will never meet,” she said. “But if ever anything happens to me, John, take this and send it to him. You’ll remember the name, won’t you?”
“Oh, yes!” said Zaidos, “I’ll remember! But just you take notice, he never got that letter!”
“What a stubborn boy you are!” exclaimed Helen.
“Not stubborn at all,” declared Zaidos, looking at the lovely face. “I’m merely a man myself, if I am young.”
CHAPTER VIII
HAPPINESS FOR HELEN
Again Helen laughed.
“All right,” said Zaidos. “Have it all your own way, but I know I am right about this affair. A fellow with a face like that, engaged to a girl like you, would have acknowledged that letter just in common politeness if nothing else. Just to say, ‘Thank you, but I don’t care to play with you any more!’ Oh, yes, he would have answered it!”
“Whether he would or not,” said Helen, “the breach is too wide to cross now. It is all over. I deserved to lose him and I feel no bitterness about it. My fate is what I deserve.”
Zaidos hated to hear her self-reproaches. “I don’t know about that,” he defended awkwardly. “Probably he ought to have come half way. It looks so to me.”