“‘Viola, I am going to start for California in the morning, and it may be a long time before we meet again; I wish to ask you a serious question, and I want you to give me a serious answer.’
“All color now instantly fled from her cheeks, and her body trembled violently.
“‘I am going to seek my fortune in the far West, and I wish to know if you will promise to be mine when I return?’
“If you go to California, it is my opinion that we never shall meet again.’
“‘Why do you think that?”
“‘There are many reasons I might mention that cause me to think it; but if you will excuse me, I had rather not talk about such a painful subject.’
“‘Miss Bramlett, have I been mistaken in believing that you loved me?’
“‘If we ever meet again, ask the question and you shall have a candid answer.’
“‘Would you have me go so far away without knowing my fate?’
“‘I would not have you go at all; but it appears that your resolve is made, and I suppose you know best what you ought to do.’