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Glenn had put his lips to her ear: "It's like the voice in et the shock of that And how she had stood

spellbound, enveloped in the reat, pregnant melody, until the white ball

burst upon the tower of the Tiures

1919

The new year had not been oing West to try to recover his health

Carley roused out of her memories to take up the letter that had so

perplexed her It bore the post thoughtfulness

WEST FORK, March 25

DEAR CARLEY: It does see you is unpardonable I used to be

a pretty fair correspondent, but in that as in other things I have

changed

One reason I have not answered sooner is because your letter was so

sweet and loving that it rateful and unappreciative

wretch Another is that this life I now lead does not induce writing I

aht I a but bed

Your imperious questions I must answer--and that must, of course, is

a third reason why I have delayed my reply First, you ask, "Don't you

love me any more as you used to?" Frankly, I do not I am sure my