She had lived only for herself.

Conscience had awakened--but, alas! too late.

She had overthrown the sordid, self-seeking habit of life; she had awakened to real womanhood; she had fought the insidious spell of modernity and she had defeated it; she had learned the thrill of taking root in new soil, the pain and joy of labor, the bliss of solitude, the promise of home and love and motherhood.

But she had gathered all these marvelous things to her soul too late for happiness.
"Now it is answered," she declared aloud.

"That is what has happened ?...
And all that is past....