But I feel to-night that I must tell you something right from my heart.

It is this, dear: no matter what may happen, I want you to know that I must always love you better than any one else in all the world.

I seem so young and foolish, and life is so long and the world is so big--so big and you are so far away.
But, Bob dear, my good true boy, don't forget this that I tell you to-night, that through all time and all eternity the innermost part of my heart must always be yours.

No matter what happens to you and me in the course of life in the big world--you must never forget what I have written here to-night." And these words, for some strange reason, were burned on the man's soul; though she had written him fonder ones, which passed from him with the years.

The other words of the letter fell into his eyes and were consumed there, so he does not remember that she also wrote that night: "I have just been standing at my bedroom window, looking out over the town.