Youth and love were too strong for this couple, whom circumstances might well have made grave and thoughtful.

They were magnet and steel, powder and spark.

Any moment, right before my eyes, I expected them to rush right into each other's arms.

And when they refrained, merely substituting clasped hands for a dearer embrace, I closed my eyes and remembered them, as they would live in my memory forever, standing crushed together on the ridge that day, white lips to white lips, embodying all that was beautiful, passionate and tragic.
And I, who had been their undoing, in the end was their salvation.

How I hugged that truth to my heart! It seemed, following Sally's pert remark, that after an interval of decent dignity, Diane and Steele did go out upon the top of the stage.
"Russ," whispered Sally, "they're up to something.