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Reed, Myrtle, 1874-1911

"Old Rose and Silver"

It was
only womanly pity, and now that I don't need that, I've lost her."
"She doesn't care for you!" repeated the Doctor. "Why, man, how can you
sit there and tell a lie like that? Of course she cares!"
Allison turned to look at him in astonishment. "It isn't possible!"
"Isn't it? Then I don't know anything about human nature, though I must
confess I'm not up much on the feminine part of it. How long--"
"Just since the accident. The girl I was going to marry let me release
her. She didn't want a cripple, you know."
"And Miss Bernard did, and you've disappointed her?"
"Something like that."
"You seem to have had fierce luck with girls. One gives you up because
you've only got one hand, and the other because you've got two. There's
no pleasing women. Hello--here comes another note. Maybe she's changed
her mind."
For a breathless instant Allison thought so, too, but Doctor Jack was
opening it. "Mine," he said. "It's an invitation to Crosby's. It seems
that they come of age day after to-morrow, and I'm invited out to supper
to help celebrate. I won't go, or anything, will I? Oh, no, of course
not! I haven't seen 'em for a week.


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