She stood up and held out her hand . `` I think I must go now . Good-bye , dear laddie . Write to me from Rome . I shall always be glad to hear from you wherever you are . And -- and -- I shall always try to live up to your ideal of me , Stephen . '' He sprang to his feet and took her hand , lifting it to his lips with boyish reverence . `` I know that , '' he said , slowly . `` Good-bye , my sweet lady . '' When Mrs. Longworth found herself in her room again , she unlocked her desk and took out a letter . It was addressed to Mr. Maurice Cunningham . She slowly tore it twice across , laid the fragments on a tray , and touched them with a lighted match . As they blazed up one line came out in writhing redness across the page : `` I will go away with you as you ask . '' Then it crumbled into gray ashes . She drew a long breath and hid her face in her hands . The Promissory Note Ernest Duncan swung himself off the platform of David White 's store and walked whistling up the street . Life seemed good to Ernest just then . Mr. White had given him a rise in salary that day , and had told him that he was satisfied with him . Mr. White was not easy to please in the matter of clerks , and it had been with fear and trembling that Ernest had gone into his store six months before . He had thought himself fortunate to secure such a chance .
His father had died the preceding year , leaving nothing in the way XXXXX worldly goods except the house he had lived in .
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