She paused a moment at the car steps and hel
out her hand.
“Good-by, Hugh,” she said softl]
her lips trembling, her eyes full of tears.
“Good-by, Cynthia,” he whispered. And ther foolishly, “Thanks for coming.”
She did not smile but drew her hand from his an mounted the steps. An instant later she was insid the car and the train was moving.
Numbed and miserable, Hugh slowly climbed th hill and wandered back to Norry Parker’s roorr He was glad that Norry was n’t there. He pace up and down the room a few minutes trying t think. Then he threw himself despairingly on couch, face down. He wanted to cry; he had neve wanted so much to cry—and he could n’t. Ther were no tears—and he had lost something ver precious. He thought it was love; it was only hi dreams.
