CHAPTER VIII
Charles-Norton's letter came to Dolly in the evening, after a day full of worry. It read:
"Dear Dolly :—Enclosed is $480. It's for you. I'm going away. I simply can't stand it, that's all. I think I still love you, Dolly, but I can't stand the life. I can't, that's all. I must have, I must have—well, I can't stand that clipping business any longer.
"Please don't grieve. Some day you'll meet a man who is real fond of you and who will make you happy—one that hasn't any wings. There are lots of them.
"Yours always (in thought),
"Charles-Norton."
"P.S.—Please don't feel too bad about this.
"C.N."