Soon he was able to say in a low, trembling voice:
"In every letter he tells of his love for you. That article in the paper was a cruel mistake."
After a little silence Bim rose from the ground. She stood, for a moment, wiping her eyes. Her form straightened and was presently erect. Her soul resented the injustice she had suffered. There was a wonderful and touching dignity in her voice and manner when she asked: "Why didn't he write to me?"
"He must have written to you."
Sadly, calmly, thoughtfully, she spoke as she stood looking off at the fading glow in the west:
"It is terrible how things can work together to break the heart and will of a woman. Write to Harry and tell him that he must not come to see me again. I have promised to marry another man."
"I hope it isn't Davis," said Samson.
"It is Davis."
"I don't like him. I don't think he's honest."
"But he has been wonderfully kind to us. Without his help we couldn't have lived. We couldn't even have given my father a decent burial. I suppose he has his faults. I no longer look for perfection in human beings."