She charged the words with a special, intimate, tender meaning.

She conveyed to him the message she dared not speak, "Be true in spite of all.

My heart is sore for you, let me comfort you." He, on his part, realized that one who could sing like that had a wider mission in the world than to accompany a cowboy to the bleak plains of the West.

To comfort him was a small part of her work in the world.

It was her mission to go on singing solace and pleasure to thousands all over the nation.
When she had finished he arose and offered his hand with a singular calmness which moved the girl more deeply than any word he had said.
"When you sing that song, think of me, sometimes, will you ?" "Yes--always," she replied.
"Good-by," he said abruptly.