We must make it impossible for such things to happen again while the world lasts.
You'll help me, won't you ?" "I'll try, Walter," she said.

"Oh, I will try." As she clung to him with her face pressed against his shoulder she knew that it had to be.

She accepted the fact then and there.

He must go--her beautiful Walter with his beautiful soul and dreams and ideals.
And she had known all along that it would come sooner or later.

She had seen it coming to her--coming--coming--as one sees the shadow of a cloud drawing near over a sunny field, swiftly and inescapably.