“Will.”
The other:
“Beloved:
“I am leaving you to the better man. For me there can never be another love. But it is best—it is the right thing—and I am, yes, I am glad that it is Will you love instead of me. You cannot be anything but happy with him. With me—but that is a dream I must learn to forget.
“As ever and ever,
“John.”
WHAT THE VANDALS LEAVE
By Herbert Riley Howe
The war was over, and he was back in his native city that had been retaken from the Vandals. He was walking rapidly through a dimly lit quarter. A woman touched his arm and accosted him in fuddled accents.
“Where are you going, M’sieu? With me, hein?”