The End of the World: A Love Story

herited from his mother the instinct of true gentlemanliness. And now, when Andrew relapsed into silence and abstraction, he did not attem

love of Julia Anderson shone upon his heart as benignly as the moon upon the waters. Now the light was gone, and the black cloud of a doubt had shut out his peace. Jule Anderson's father was rich. He had not thought of it before! But now he remembered how much woodland he owned and how he had two large farms. Jule Anderson would not marry

it was a pleasure to contend with the storm. The wind, the lightning, the sudden sharp claps of thund

not known until his present interview with Andrew. Had Julia been making mischief herself by repeating his words and giving them a direction he had not intended? He could not have dreamed of her acting such a part but for the strange influence of Andrew's strange story. And so he staggered on, wet to the skin, defying in his heart the l

a! wake up

, "I wasn't asleep. I only--uh--shut my eyes a minute. How wet

said A

d Wilhelmina took his wet checks between her chubby hand

mina counteracted the skepticism of the and

s suddenly as it had come, the thunder had retreated behind the hills, the clouds were