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Updated: June 27, 2025
He opened the beautiful volume and read on the fly leaf: "From Carlia, to make up a little for your loss." He remembered now that Carlia, some time before, had asked him what books were in the package which had gone down the canal at the time when he had pulled her out of the water. Carlia had not forgotten; and she was not here; the supper was over, and it was getting late. Why had she not come?
It was rather strange, this coming so suddenly on to you. I've been looking for you quite a while." "I don't understand why you have been looking for me." "You know why, Carlia." "I don't." "You're just talking to be talking but here, this sounds like quarreling, and we don't want to do that so soon, do we?" "No, I guess not." "Won't you sit down."
Mother has come out of the cabin, and I think she is looking for us. Supper must be ready." He took Carlia's hand and helped her up. Then they ran like care-free children down the gentler slopes. "Wait a minute," cried Carlia, "I'm out of breath. I I want to ask you another question." "Ask a hundred."
In the deep blue directly above him a star shone brightly, but it only reminded him of what Uncle Zed had said about hitching to a star; yes, but what if the star had suddenly been taken from the sky! A form of a girl darted across the street toward him. He stopped and saw that it was Carlia. "Dorian" she cried, "how is she?" "She has just died." "Dead! O, dear," she wailed.
What could he do now? What should he do now? "Oh, God, help me," he prayed, "help me to order my thoughts, tell me what to do." If ever in his life Dorian had need of help from higher power, it was now. Dorian had not found Carlia Duke; instead, he had found something which appeared to him to be the end of all things.
"I can't stand any more tonight. Please go." "Yes; I'll go. Tomorrow, the stage comes again this way, and we'll go with it. That's settled. Goodnight." They both arose. He still held her hands. "Goodnight," he repeated, and kissed her gently on the cheek. The sudden return of Carlia Duke to her home created as much talk as her disappearance had done.
And yet, here it was, right at the very door of his heart, casting its evil shadow into the most sacred precincts of his being. He had never imagined it coming to any of his near and dear ones, especially not to Carlia Carlia, his neighbor, his chummy companion in fields and highways, his schoolmate.
One evening when the feeling of spring was in the air, Dorian was going to call on Carlia, when he heard the approach of an automobile. As it turned into the bystreet, leading to the Duke home, Dorian saw the driver to be Mr. Jack Lamont. Dorian kept in the road, and set his face hard.
When the picture closed and the lights went on, Dorian turned about to leave, and there stood Carlia. A young man was assisting her into her light wraps. She saw him, so there was no escape, and they spoke to each other. Carlia introduced her escort, Mr. Lamont. "Glad to know you," said Mr. Lamont, in a hearty way. "I've known of you through Miss Duke. Going home now?" "Yes," said Dorian.
"I hope you'll excuse me for coming again," said Dorian; "but the fact of the matter is I seemed unable to keep away. I left yesterday without properly thanking you for what you did for my friend, Miss Carlia. I also want to pay you a little for the expense you were put to. I haven't much money with me, but I will send it to you after I get home, if you will give me your name and address."
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