“Then, wait,” and the man swung gracefully along the hallway.
The wasted old man sitting in the chair looked up as his nephew entered.
“Want me, uncle?” asked the younger man.
“No, George,” replied the old man; “I was just thinking of Annie and wondering if I should ever see her again. Oh, George, do you ever think that she will forgive me for turning from her?”
A dark shadow settled over the handsome young face.
“I’m sure I don’t know, uncle dear. It seems if she were very anxious she would write to you or in some way answer your letters.”
“That’s so, that’s so,” was the reply. “I suppose she is satisfied in her husband’s love.”
“I suppose so.”
With this George Benson came back to Annie and said: “Poor little girl, he absolutely refuses to see you.”
He slipped some money into the woman’s hand, and she turned away with a broken heart.