Whatever happens--whatever possibly can happen to me hereafter--I shall never again be the same thoughtless creature, never again become uncharitable to others in misery." Her eyes dropped before mine, yet only to uplift themselves again, shining with brave resolution.

"Would you care to tell me what it is with you?
What it is you fight ?" "I am afraid I do not fight, except physically," I confessed soberly.
"Probably that is the whole trouble.

If I have ever had a grip I 've lost it.

However I 'm willing to tell my story, although it's a poor one, just the uninteresting recital of a fool.

My home was in New England, my father a fairly successful manufacturer.