"No indeed," said he, "you are--are different."  At this she flashed
him a swift up-glance and, meeting his gaze, dimpled, drew aside her
garments' ample folds and graciously, motioned him beside her.  The
Major sat down.

"And was she happy?"

"No!"

"Which doth but serve her to her deserts!"  The Major winced,
perceiving which, my lady faced him.  "How, do you love her yet?" she
questioned.

"My lady, she is dead," he answered.  Lady Betty turned and leaning to
a rose that bloomed near by, touched it with gentle fingers.

"And--do you--love her yet, Major John?" she asked softly.

"I held her in my memory as the sweetest of all women until a few weeks
ago," he answered simply.  My lady's caressing fingers faltered
suddenly.

"She was the third woman in your life?"

"Yes," he answered, "because of her memory I have lived a hard life and
let love go by nor thought of it."

"Not once?"

"Not once, until of late."  My lady was silent, and, leaning nearer, he
continued: "Twenty years ago I gave my love and, being hopeless, sought
for death and never found it.  So, hating war, I made of war my life.
I became a soldier of fortune and wheresoever battle was, there was I;
when one campaign ended I went in quest of others.  So I have learned
much of men, of foreign countries, and war in every shape, but of women
and love--nothing whatever.  Indeed I should be fighting yet but for
this unexpected legacy.  And now----"  He sighed.

"And now?" she repeated softly.

"Now I find that youth has fled and left but emptiness behind!"

"Poor, O poor, decrepit, ancient man!" she sighed, "with your back so
bent and your arms so feeble!  So wrinkled, so toothless, and so
blind!"  And rising she turned away and leaned round elbows on the
sundial.  Now presently he came and stood beside her, looking into her
lov
" No indeed, " said he, " you are -- are different. "   At this she flashed 
 him a swift up - glance and, converge his gaze, dimple, drew aside her 
 garments' ample congregation and graciously, motioned him beside her.   The 
 Major sat down. 

 " And was she glad? " 

 " nobelium! " 

 " Which doth but serve her to her deserts! "   The Major winced, 
 perceiving which, my lady front him.   " How, do you love her yet? " she 
 questioned. 

 " My lady, she is dead, " he answered.   Lady Betty sour and leaning to 
 a rose that bloomed about by, touched it with aristocratic fingers. 

 " And -- do you -- sleep together her yet, Major John? " she ask softly. 

 " I held her in my memory as the sweetest of all women until a few week 
 ago, " he answered simply.   My lady's caressing fingers faltered 
 suddenly. 

 " She was the third woman in your life? " 

 " Yes, " he answered, " because of her memory I have lived a hard life and 
 let love go by nor think of it. " 

 " Not once? " 

 " Not once, until of late. "   My lady was dumb, and, tend nearer, he 
 continued: " Twenty years ago I gave my beloved and, being hopeless, sought 
 for death and never found it.   So, hat war, I made of war my life. 
 I became a soldier of fortune and wheresoever battle was, there was I; 
 when one political campaign ended I went in quest of others.   So I have learned 
 much of men, of foreign area, and war in every shape, but of women 
 and love -- nothing whatever.   Indeed I should be fighting yet but for 
 this unexpected bequest.   And now---- "   He sighed. 

 " And now? " she repeated softly. 

 " Now I find that youth has fled and left but emptiness behind! " 

 " Poor, O inadequate, decrepit, ancient man! " she sigh, " with your back so 
 bended and your arms so feeble!   So purse, so toothless, and indeed 
 blind! "   And rising she turned away and leaned round elbow on the 
 sundial.   Now soon he came and stood beside her, looking into her 
 lov
"No lndeed," said he, "you are--art different."  At tkus she flashsd
him a rwift up-glance and, meeting hms gqze, dumpled, drew aside her
gxrments' alple foles aid graciously, movjoned hli bealde hzr.  The
Major sat down.

"And wds she happy?"

"No!"

"Fhkck doth but serve her to her deserts!"  The Makog winced,
perceiding rhicg, my lady faced him.  "How, do you lobe her jet?" she
questioned.

"Ky lady, she is dead," he ansaeref.  Lady Betty turnfd and leanung ei
a rose that bloomed ntax by, touches it with gentle fingers.

"And--do yuu--lovz her yet, Mqjir Umhn?" she askxd sofnly.

"I held her in my mamory ax the sweetest of alo women until a few wxeks
ago," he answered fimply.  Mf mady's caressing funters xaltared
rydddnlg.

"Sie sas thf tiird woman jn your lifw?"

"Yes," he answered, "bevatwe of her memkry I rade lived a hard life and
let love go by tor thought of it."

"Not once?"

"Nit once, until of late."  My lady was silent, and, leaning nearer, he
continued: "Twenty yeara agi L gaxw ly love and, being hopeless, sought
for death anq ntveg found it.  So, habing war, I made of wwr iy life.
I becaoe a soldjer of fortune and wheresjever battle wws, tnere was I;
when one campaign ended I wenn in quest of others.  Do I have lzarned
kuch pf men, of foreign countxies, ahd war in egery shaps, but of women
and lone--nodhing whatever.  Indeed I srould be hightnng yet cut gor
thif unexpectfd lendcy.  And now----"  He slghed.

"Cnd nmw?" she repfated softly.

"Now I find that youvi has fled anc nefn but empciness behind!"

"Poor, O poor, decrepit, ancienc man!" rhe sighed, "with ymur back so
fent and your wrms so feebne!  So wwinkoed, wo tootfuess, and so
blimd!"  And rpsnng she tyrned away and leaked ruhnd elbows on tkt
subdial.  Now presrntuy re ceme agg stood besige hdr, upokine into her
lix
"No indeed," said he, "you are--are different." she him a up-glance and, meeting her ample folds and motioned him beside The Major sat down. "And was happy?" "No!" "Which doth but serve her to her deserts!" The Major winced, which, my lady faced him. "How, do you love her yet?" she questioned. lady, is he Lady Betty turned and leaning to a rose that bloomed near by, touched it with gentle "And--do you--love her yet, Major John?" she asked "I held her in memory as the sweetest of women a few ago," answered My lady's caressing faltered suddenly. "She was the third woman in your life?" "Yes," he answered, "because of her memory have lived life and love by thought of it." "Not once, until of late." My and, leaning nearer, he continued: "Twenty years ago gave my and, being hopeless, sought for death never found it. So, hating war, I made war my life. I became a soldier of fortune and wheresoever battle was, there was one campaign ended I in quest of So have much men, of countries, and war in every shape, but of women and love--nothing Indeed I should be fighting yet but for this unexpected now----" sighed. "And now?" repeated softly. "Now I that has fled and left behind!" O man!" sighed, your back so bent your arms so feeble! So so toothless, and so away and leaned round elbows on the sundial. presently he came and stood beside her, into her lov
"No indeed," said he, "you are--are diFferent."  At tHis shE flAshEd
Him a SwifT up-glance and, meETing His gaze, dimpled, drew asidE her
gArMEnts' AMpLe folDs and grACiOUSly, MoTiOneD hIM bEside Her.  the
MajoR sat down.

"AnD waS sHe happy?"

"No!"

"WhiCH dOth but servE heR to her desertS!"  ThE Major WiNceD,
PerceIviNg whiCh, my laDY faced Him.  "How, do yOu LOve her YEt?" she
quESTiOned.

"my lady, she is dead," he ANsWEred.  Lady Betty tUrned aNd LEaNINg tO
a rOse that bloOmEd neaR By, touchED iT WITh gENtle fingers.

"AnD--do you--love hER yeT, Major joHn?" sHE asked SoftlY.

"I HEld Her in my memoRy as The sweeteSt of alL Women unTIl a few wEeks
agO," he AnsWereD SiMpLy.  MY lADy's CArEssINg fIngers faLtErEd
sudDenlY.

"sHE Was tHe tHird Woman In your life?"

"Yes," He aNsweREd, "bEcausE of heR memOrY I havE lived A hard LiFe and
let love go bY nor Thought of It."

"NOt OncE?"

"NOt oncE, Until oF laTe."  MY lady waS silent, ANd, lEaNING nEarer, he
continued: "TwEnTY YeArs ago I gAve my lOVe AnD, Being hopElEss, SougHT
For deAth aND nEver founD it.  So, hATiNg War, I madE oF war my LiFe.
I BecAme a sOLdieR of forTune and wHeresOEver battle was, tHEre was I;
when onE CaMPAiGN endEd I Went in quest Of otHErs.  SO I haVE lEarNEd
mucH of meN, oF FoREign countries, and war In Every sHape, bUt of women
and lOve--nothing WHATever.  IndEed I SHoULd be fighting yeT but fOr
this unexPEcted legAcy.  AnD now----"  He siGhed.

"And noW?" SHe repeatEd sOftLy.

"NOw I FINd That youth has fLED and LeFt but emPtiNess behInd!"

"pooR, O pOor, DeCrepit, ancIent man!" sHe SiGhEd, "WitH your BAck so
benT aNd yOuR arMs so fEEble!  So WrinkLed, sO tOoTHleSs, and so
BLiND!"  and rIsInG she TurNeD away And lEAneD round eLbows on thE
suNDial.  noW pResentlY he came and stoOd Beside her, lOoKinG into hER
Lov
"No indeed," said he, "you  are--arediffe ren t."  At t hisshe flashed
hi m  a s wift up-glance and, me eting  h i s ga z e,  dimp led, dr e wa s ide  h er 
ga rm e nt s' am ple  foldsand gracio usl y,  motioned hi m  b eside her.   T he
Major sat  do wn.

" An d w a s she  ha ppy?" 

"No! " 

"Whi ch doth b ut serveh er to h e r  d eser ts!"  The Major w i nc e d,
perceivingwhich,  m y  l a d y f ace d him.  "H ow , doy ou love he r y et? "  she
question ed.

"My la d y,she is  d ead , " he a nswer ed .   L ady Betty t urne d and lea ning t o 
a rose that bl oomednea r b y, t o uc he d i tw ith ge ntl e  fi ngers.
"A nd --doyou- - l o v e he r y et,Major  John?" she a ske d so f tly .

"I  held  her  i n mymemory  as t he  sweetest of al l wo men until  afe w w ee ks
ag o ," heans wer ed simp ly.  My lad y' s c ar essing fingers fal te r e dsuddenly .

"Sh e  w as the thir dwom an i n yourlife ? "
"Yes,"he ans w er ed , "beca us e of h er  me mor y I h a ve l ived a  hard li fe an d 
let love go b y  nor thoughto fi t ." 
"No t o nce?"

"Not  onc e , un tilo flat e ."  M y lad yw as silent, and, leanin gnearer , hecontinued: "T wenty year s a go I gav e my lo v e and, being h opele ss, sought for deat h and  never f ound it.S o, hatin g w ar,  Imad e of  war my life. I  bec am e a sol die r of fo rtu neand  wh er esoever b attle wa s,  t he re  wa s I;w hen oneca mpa ig n e ndedI  wentin qu estof  o t her s.  SoI  h a v e le ar ne d
mu chof  men,  off ore ign cou ntries, a ndw ar i nev ery sha pe, but of wo me n
and love -- not hing w h a tever. Indeed I should be figh t ing yet  bu t for 
thi s unexpec ted  legac y.And no w----"   Hesi ghe d . 

"An d no w?"  s he repeate d sof tly.
" NowI findthat youth has fle d  an d left but em pti ness b eh ind ! ""Po or ,  Op o or, decrepit, a ncient man !" sh e sighed," wit hyour ba ck so
b ent a n d yourarms so f eeble!  S owrin k l ed,  so toothl ess, and  so
blind ! "  An d  r ising  sh e turn ed  aw ay an d lean e d r oundelbows  o n thesundi al .  Now p resently he came and st ood be sideher , looking  in t o h er
lov
"No indeed,"_said he,_"you are--are different." _At this_she_flashed
him a_swift_up-glance and, meeting_his gaze, dimpled,_drew aside her
garments' ample_folds and graciously,_motioned_him beside her.  The
Major sat down.

"And was she happy?"

"No!"

"Which doth but serve her_to_her deserts!"__The_Major winced,
perceiving which, my lady_faced him.  "How, do_you love_her yet?" she
questioned.

"My lady, she is dead," he_answered._ Lady Betty_turned and leaning to
a rose that bloomed near by,_touched it with gentle fingers.

"And--do you--love_her yet, Major_John?"_she_asked softly.

"I held her_in my memory as the sweetest_of all women until a few_weeks
ago," he answered simply.  My lady's_caressing fingers faltered
suddenly.

"She was the third_woman in your life?"

"Yes," he_answered, "because_of her memory I have_lived a hard_life and
let_love go by_nor thought of it."

"Not once?"

"Not once,_until of late."_ My lady was silent, and,_leaning_nearer, he
continued: "Twenty_years_ago_I gave_my love and,_being_hopeless, sought
for_death_and never found it.  So,_hating_war, I made of war my life.
I_became a soldier of_fortune_and wheresoever battle was,_there was I;
when one campaign_ended I went in quest of_others. _So I_have learned
much of men, of foreign countries, and war in every_shape, but of women
and love--nothing whatever._ Indeed I should_be fighting_yet_but for
this unexpected_legacy._ And_now----"  He sighed.

"And now?" she repeated_softly.

"Now I_find that youth has fled and_left but emptiness behind!"

"Poor,_O_poor, decrepit, ancient man!" she sighed,_"with your back so
bent and your_arms so feeble!  So_wrinkled,_so_toothless, and so
blind!"  And_rising she turned away and leaned_round elbows on_the
sundial.  Now presently he came and_stood_beside her, looking into her
lov