But she will soon forget , even if I have not been mistaken in the reading of her eyes . As for me , the bitterness of death is already over in that parting . All that now remains is to play the man to the end . From further entries in the journal I learned that Alan Blair had returned to Sweetwater and later on had been ordered to California . The entries during his sojourn there were few and far between . In all of them he spoke of Sylvia . Finally , after a long silence , he had written : I think the end is not far off now . I am not sorry for my suffering has been great of late . Last night I was easier . I slept and dreamed that I saw Sylvia . Once or twice I thought that I would arrange to have this book sent to her after my death . But I have decided that it would be unwise . It would only pain her , so I shall destroy it when I feel the time has come . It is sunset in this wonderful summer land . At home in Sweetwater it is only early spring as yet , with snow lingering along the edges of the woods . The sunsets there will be creamy-yellow and pale red now . If I could but see them once more ! And Sylvia -- There was a little blot where the pen had fallen . Evidently the end had been nearer than Alan Blair had thought . At least , there were no more entries , and the little green book had not been destroyed .
I was glad XXXXX it had not been ; and I felt glad that it was thus put in my power to write the last chapter of Miss Sylvia 's story for her .
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