Moreover, he was not in
evening clothes that night and she did not know whether he had
forgotten or was indifferent to them, and the contrast that he was
made her that night almost ashamed for him. She never guessed what
the matter was, for Hale kept his troubles to himself. He was
always gentle and kind, he was as lavish with her as though he
were a king, and she was as lavish and prodigally generous as
though she were a princess. There seemed no limit to the wizard
income from the investments that Hale had made for her when, as he
said, he sold a part of her stock in the Lonesome Cove mine, and
what she wanted Hale always sent her without question. Only, as
the end was coming on at the Gap, he wrote once to know if a
certain amount would carry her through until she was ready to come
home, but even that question aroused no suspicion in thoughtless
June. And then that last year he had come no more--always, always
he was too busy. Not even on her triumphal night at the end of the
session was he there, when she had stood before the guests and
patrons of the school like a goddess, and had thrilled them into
startling applause, her teachers into open glowing pride, the
other girls into bright-eyed envy and herself into still another
new world.
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