But that's my judgment." "Why August thirteenth ?" she queried, with strange curiosity.

"An unlucky date!" "Well, it just happened to come to my mind--that date," replied Wade, in his slow, soft voice of reminiscence.

"I was married on August thirteenth--twenty-one years ago....

An', Collie, my wife looked somethin' like you.

Isn't that strange, now?
It's a little world....