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THE MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE

"Yes."

"And how about the flowers that came to the hospital every day, the red roses whose breath called me back to life? "

"Yes," she said, and the little hand stole into his and nestled there.

And then they talked on for just a little while. She forgot that she was out of employment, and he forgot the lap order of a year ago. The lamp burned low. He lighted a match to look at his watch, and it was neither yesterday nor to-morrow, but just between, and then, as all telegraphers do at the end of the day, she gave him "good-night," and he went away.