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u。 I want to ask your forgiveness。 I sold my happiness for money。 There were others to be provided forbut that does not excuse me。 I just wanted to see you and ask your forgiveness。 You have lived here ten years； they tell me； cherishing my memory！ I was blind； Hampton。 I could not see then that all the money in the world cannot weigh in the scales against a faithful heart。 Ifbut it is too late now； of course。〃
Her assertion was a question clothed as best it could be in a loving woman's pride。 But through the thin disguise the hermit saw easily that his lady had come back to himif he chose。 He had won a golden crownif it pleased him to take it。 The reward of his decade of faithfulness was ready for his handif he desired to stretch it forth。
For the space of one minute the old enchantment shone upon him with a reflected radiance。 And then by turns he felt the manly sensations of indignation at having been discarded； and of repugnance at having beenas it weresought again。 And last of allhow strange that it should have come at last！the pale…blue vision of the beautifulest of the Trenholme sisters illuminated his mind's eye and left him without a waver。
〃It is too late；〃 he said； in deep tones； pressing the baking…powder can against his heart。
Once she turned after she had gone slowly twenty yards down the path。 The hermit had begun to twist the lid off his can； but he hid it again under his sacking robe。 He could see her great eyes shining sadly through the twilight； but he stood inflexible in the doorway of his shack and made no sign。
Just as the moon rose on Thursday evening the hermit was seized by the world…madness。
Up from the inn； fainter than the horns of elf…land； came now and then a few bars of music played by the casino band。 The Hudson was broadened by the night into an illimitable seathose lights； dimly seen on its opposite shore； were not beacons for prosaic trolley… lines； but low…set stars millions of miles away。 The waters in front of the inn were gay with firefliesor were they motor…boats； smelling of gasoline and oil？ Once the hermit had known these things and had sported with Amaryllis in the shade of the red…and…white…striped awnings。 But for ten years he had turned a heedless ear to these far… off echoes of a frivolous world。 But to…night there was something wrong。
The casino band was playing a waltza waltz。 What a fool he had been to tear deliberately ten years of his life from the calendar of existence for one who had given him up for the false joys that wealth… …〃tum ti tum ti tum ti〃how did that waltz go？ But those years had not been sacrificedhad they not brought him the star and pearl of all the world； the youngest and beautifulest of 〃But do not come on Thursday evening；〃 she had insisted。 Perhaps by now she would be moving slowly and gracefully to the strains of that waltz； held closely by West…Pointers or city commuters； while he； who had read in her eyes things that had recompensed him for ten lost years of life； moped like some wild animal in its mountain den。 Why should〃
〃Damn it；〃 said the hermit； suddenly； 〃I'll do it！〃
He threw down his Marcus Aurelius and threw off his gunny…sack toga。 he dragged a dust…covered trunk from a corner of the cave； and with difficulty wrenched open its lid。
Candles he had in plenty； and the cave was soon aglow。 Clothesten years old in cutscissors； razors； hats； shoes； all his discarded attire and belongings； were dragged ruthlessly from their renunciatory rest and strewn about in painful disorder。
A pair of scissors soon reduced his beard sufficiently for the dulled razors to perform approximately their office。 Cutting his own hair was beyond the hermit's skill。 So he only combed and brushed it backward as smoothly as he could。 Charity forbids us to consider the heartburnings and exertions of one so long removed from haberdashery and society。
At the last the hermit went to an inner corner of his cave and began to dig in the soft earth with a long iron spoon。 Out of the cavity he thus made he drew a tin can； and out of the can three thousand dollars in bills； tightly rolled and wrapped in oiled silk。 He was a real hermit； as this may assure you。
You may take a brief look at him as he hastens down the little mountain…side。 A long； wrinkled black frock…coat reached to his calves。 White duck trousers； unacquainted with the tailor's goose； a pink shirt； white standing collar with brilliant blue butterfly tie； and buttoned congress gaiters。 But think； sir and madamten years！ 》From beneath a narrow…brimmed straw hat with a striped band flowed his hair。 Seeing him； with all your shrewdness you could not have guessed him。 You would have said that he played Hamletor the tubaor pinochleyou would never have laid your hand on your heart and said： 〃He is a hermit who lived ten years in a cave for love of one ladyto win another。〃
The dancing pavilion extended above the waters of the river。 Gay lanterns and frosted electric globes shed a soft glamour within it。 A hundred ladies and gentlemen from the inn and summer cottages flitted in and about it。 To the left of the dusty roadway down which the hermit had tramped were the inn and grill…room。 Something seemed to be on there； too。 The windows were brilliantly lighted； and music was playingmusic different from the two…steps and waltzes of the casino band。
A negro man wearing a white jacket came through the iron gate； with its immense granite posts and wrought…iron lamp…holders。
〃What is going on here to…night？〃 asked the hermit。
〃Well； sah；〃 said the servitor； 〃dey is having de reg'lar Thursday… evenin' dance in de casino。 And in de grill…room dere's a beefsteak dinner； sah。〃
The hermit glanced up at the inn on the hillside whence burst suddenly a triumphant strain of splendid harmony。
〃And up there；〃 said he； 〃they are playing Mendelssohnwhat is going on up there？〃
〃Up in de inn；〃 said the dusky one； 〃dey is a weddin' goin' on。 Mr。 Binkley； a mighty rich man； am marryin' Miss Trenholme； sahde young lady who am quite de belle of de place； sah。〃
HE ALSO SERVES
If I could have a thousand yearsjust one little thousand yearsmore of life； I might； in that time； draw near enough to true Romance to touch the hem of her robe。
Up from ships men come； and from waste places and forest and road and garret and cellar to maunder to me in strangely distributed words of the things they have seen and considered。 The recording of their tales is no more than a matter of ears and fingers。 There are only two fates I dreaddeafness and writer's cramp。 The hand is yet steady； let the ear bear the blame if these printed words be not in the order they were delivered to me by Hunky Magee； true camp…follower of fortune。
Biography shall claim you but an instantI first knew Hunky when he was head…waiter at Chubb's little beefsteak restaurant and cafe on Third Avenue。 There was only one waiter besides。
Then； successively； I caromed against him in the little streets of the Big City after his trip to Alaska； his voyage as cook with a treasure… se