She never cared for the
man she married. He was a fine boy, sir. I - you may remember the
night I was taken ill in the pantry."
"Is her husband still living?"
"No, Mr. Spencer."
"Do you ever think of going back and finding her?"
"I have, sir. But I don't know. I like to remember her as she
used to be. I have some beautiful memories. And I think sometimes
it is better to live on memories. They are more real than - well,
than reality, sir."
Long after Buckham had withdrawn, Clayton paced the floor of the
library. Was Buckham right? Was the real life of a man his mental
life? Was any love so great as a man's dream of love? Peace was
on the way. Soon this nightmare of war would be over, and in the
great awakening love would again take the place of hate. Love of
man for man, of nation for nation. Peace and the things of peace.
Time to live. Time to hope, with the death-cloud gone. Time to
work and time to play. Time to love a woman and cherish her for
the rest of life, if only -
His failure with Natalie had lost him something.
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