Ngs down upon the head of her whom he--loved! Dare he say that word?
Yes, in a sweeter, holier sense than before, as one might love the
beings of another world. His face was quite calm as he turned on the
light to resume his studies, but before beginning his work he looked a
little sadly around the room. Yes, he had spent pleasant hours there,
but he must leave, now. It was better that the same roof should not
shelter them both. He did not wish to see Beth Woodburn again; and he
just remembered that a friend of his was going to vacate a room on the
other side of the park. He would take it early next week. It was a week
later, one afternoon, just before tea, that Beth and Mabel Clayton were
sitting in the drawing-room with Mrs. Owen. "Do you know any of the
girls over at the college who would like to get a room, Miss Clayton?"
"No, but I might find some one." "Mr. Grafton has moved out of his room
for some reason, I don't know what." "Mr.--whom did you say?" asked
Beth. "Mr. Grafton. Did you know him? A tall, dark fellow! Goes to
Victoria. Quite good-looking!" "Why, surely, can it be Arthur Grafton!
That's just who it is! Why, how funny we never met each other coming in
and out!" "Did you know him, Beth?" asked Mabel. "I met him once or
twice in the halls, but I didn't know you knew him." "Yes, I have known
him ever since we were children." "Oh, then you have heard him play,"
said Mrs. Owens. "He played for us Thanksgiving eve. He's a splendid
musician." Beth felt just a tinge of disappointment that night as she
passed the closed door of the room Arthur had occupied. She wondered why
he never tried to find her. It was unkind of him to break the old
friendship so coldly. It was not her fault she could not love him, she
thought. She could never, never do that! In fact, she did not believe
she would ever love any man. "Some people are not made for marriage, and
I think I'm one of them." And Beth sighed faintly and fell asleep.
CHAPTER X. _DEATH._ Christmas eve, and Beth was
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