You must make her
dismiss you, and all that you could give her. You must make her proud
and happy to give herself to the man she loves."
"But--what can I do?" he asked in desperation.
"I don't know, Larry. But you must manage somehow--for Kitty's sake you
_must_."
"If only the Dean had not interrupted the proceedings this morning, how
it would have simplified everything!" he mused, and she saw that as
always he was laughing at himself.
"Don't, Larry; please don't," she cried earnestly.
He looked at her curiously. "Would you have me lie to her,
Helen--deliberately lie?"
She answered quietly. "I don't think that I would raise that question,
if I were you, Larry--considering all the circumstances."
On his way back to the Cross-Triangle, Patches walked as a man who,
having determined upon a difficult and distasteful task, is of a mind to
undertake it without delay.
After supper that evening he managed to speak to Kitty when no one was
near.
"I must see you alone for a few minutes to-night," he whispered
hurriedly. "As soon as possible. I will be under the trees near the bank
of the wash. Come to me as soon as it is dark, and you can slip away.
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