I think I should like to die here in this room and go where Maude has gone, and I believe I should go there.
I am sure God has forgiven me, and Maude forgave me, too, for I told her.' 'You did! I thought so,' Jerrie said.
'Yes, I had to tell her,' he continued, 'and I am glad I did, and she loved me just the same.

You saw her die.

You heard what she said to me.
She must have believed in me, and that keeps me from going mad.

I told Dolly, too; the shadow was so black I had to; and she said she'd never speak to me again as long as she lived, and she didn't either until last night, when I was alone in here, crying on Maude's bed; then she came to me and called me Frank, and said she was sorry she had been so hard, and asked me what we were going to do, and where we were going.

I'm sure I don't know; do you ?' He was so broken, so like a child in his appeal to her, that Jerrie's tears came fast as she told him of her approaching marriage and what her father intended doing for him.