The postmaster’s face was pale; perspiration stood out on his forehead as he walked from the warehouse straight toward the lady in blue.
A curious expression came over Miss Campbell’s countenance as Mr. Fowler came into full view. It was the look of one who glimpses the past, the present, and the future, and is bewildered.
“Annie,” pleaded Mr. Fowler, “Annie, if you like, throw away again the ring I gave you, but, Annie, forgive me for bein’ the cause of it all!”
Miss Campbell drew a deep sobbing breath.
“Dan Fowler, all these years you’ve stayed here?”
“Yes, Annie. Thinking of you every time I sorted the letters.”
As they stood looking into each other’s eyes, the crowd melted like snow under the warmth of June. Dave Fargar, behind the couple, made a vigorous gesture at Clem. Clem’s
