She saw the deep-cut face and half-shut eyes.

How often those eyes had looked into her soul, and it had answered! They never would look so any more .-- There was a tree by the place where the road turned into town.

If he came back, he would be sure to turn there .-- How tired he walked, and slow!--If he was sick, that beautiful woman could be near him,--help him .-- SHE never would touch his hand again,--never again, never,--unless he came back now .-- He was near the tree: she closed her eyes, turning away.

When she looked again, only the bare road lay there, yellow and wet.

It was over, now.
How long she sat there she did not know.