For now what could she give this man to whom she owed more than her life?
Nothing.

It was too late.

Her love could have reclaimed him, could have put an end to that solitary wandering, and have made him a good, happy man.
"Yes, Betty, it's time to tell it.

I've loved you always," he said softly.
She covered her face and sobbed.

Wetzel put his arm round her and drew her to him until the dark head rested on his shoulder.