The next morning I left the town.
I never saw her again.
Years afterwards I heard she had married and gone to America; it may or may not be so—but the rose—the rose is in the box still! When my faith in woman grows dim, and it seems that for want of love and magnanimity she can play no part in any future heaven; then the scent of that small withered thing comes back:—spring cannot fail us.
Matjesfontein, South Africa.
III. “THE POLICY IN FAVOUR OF PROTECTION—“.
Was it Right?—Was it Wrong?
A woman sat at her desk in the corner of a room; behind her a fire burnt brightly.
Presently a servant came in and gave her a card.
“Say I am busy and can see no one now. I have to finish this article by two o’clock.”