“It's the girl up North?”
He drew back. He had forgotten. He turned away, head bowed. Both were fighting—fighting against love—everything. Then Sue drew a great breath and commenced to shiver.
“I was wrong. You must go to her,” she whispered. “She has the right of way. She has the right of way. Go, go,” she blazed, passion slipping up again. “Go before I forget honor; forget everything but that I love.”
Garrison turned. She never forgot the look his face held; never forgot the tone of his voice.
“I go. Good-by, Sue. I go to the girl up North. You are above me in every way—infinitely above me. Yes, the girl up North. I had forgotten. She is my wife. And I have children.”
He swung on his heel and blindly flung himself upon the waiting gelding.
Sue stood motionless.