If I survive this war I go to Europe, and you will probably never see me more.

Inez, I pain you--forgive me.

Your own good requires this candor on my part." An ashy paleness overspread the cheek and brow of his companion as he spoke, and the small hands clutched each other tightly, yet no words passed the quivering lips.
"Good-by, Inez! my kind and valued friend, good-by!" He held out his hand.

She raised her head, and gazed into the sad yet noble face of the man she had loved so long.

She clasped his hand between both hers, and a moan of bitter anguish escaped the lips.
"My love will follow you forever! A woman of my nature cannot forget.
I shall sink to eternal rest with your name on my lips--your image in my heart.