away. Besides, she had borne and sacrificed enough for Robert.
He could write; but how could he express it on cold paper; he could wait a few days and see him in person, for he knew Robert expected to return when the bloom of the year was passed. That would be soon, for it was now time for the woods to be full of ghosts who gather to make lament, while winds sob in minor key, and trees are bowed in silent woe, and leaves, like tears, fall fast.
This was best; so he decided upon it to wait and see him in person.
His new drama lay on the desk before him; it was in this one Cherokee figured. What better way to forget the slow, creeping time, than to go to work; he had often said he wished he were poor, for the poor have small time for grieving.
He did go to work in earnest; each night found him brain-weary after a hard day's arduous task; it was the best thing he could have done. The very first morning he saw an announcement of Milburn's return to the city he dropped him a line:
"My Dear Milburn:
I have an explanation—an apology to make—then let us be on the old footing; for without you I am
