Then I did a desperate thing.

Without Molly's knowledge I wrote to her mother telling her that I loved her daughter and begging, as a man begs for his life, to be allowed to ask her to wait for me.

The letter was a lie in that it concealed the fact that my love was already confessed but I felt it necessary to shield Molly.

I received no answer to the letter, but Molly received a telegram, 'Come home at once.' "I can leave you to imagine the scene--my despair, Molly's tears! Never for an instant did she dream of disobeying and I--I felt that if she went I should lose her forever.
"Willits, there is something in me, devil or angel, which will not give up.

Nothing has ever conquered it yet and Molly was like wax in my hands--so long as 'Mother' need not know.