Dead Men Tell No Tales



“But some day you may,” I urged, quite happily in my ignorance. “It will come. Oh, surely it will come, after all that we have gone through together!”

She looked at me very steadily and kindly through her tears.

“It has come, in a way,” said she; “but it is not your way, Mr. Cole. I do love you for your bravery and your - love - but that will not quite do for either of us.”

“Why not?” I cried in an ecstasy. “My darling,


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“But some day you may,” I urged, quite happily in my ignorance. “It will come. Oh, surely it will come, after all that we have gone through together!”

She looked at me very steadily and kindly through her tears.

“It has come, in a way,” said she; “but it is not your way, Mr. Cole. I do love you for your bravery and your - love - but that will not quite do for either of us.”

“Why not?” I cried in an ecstasy. “My darling,


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