a stimulant which she had run away to Terry in order to forego. Finally she cut off the supply. Roger hastened the step.
Sheilah's silence became unendurable to him. He had no idea how she was situated in Terry. Whether or not she had found the peace she had gone to seek, whether or not she was even well. One day Sheilah received a note from Roger, mailed from a near-by town, announcing that he was driving through Terry by automobile the next afternoon, and would stop for an hour and see how she was.
Sheilah did not dare break the spell of their separation. To see Roger even for an hour would mean perhaps going through all the early longing and loneliness again. Moreover, her determination to make her renunciation complete and final, had mounted by that time to a state of almost ecstatic fervor.
When Roger arrived at the brown house Sheilah was miles away, fiercely tramping a country road, and fighting a desire to turn and run back before it was too late. Phillip, seated on the brown doorstep, alone awaited Roger. His mother was away for the day, he told Roger when he came, and here was a letter she had written him.
Roger read it later in the stuffy lobby of the little commercial hotel by the railroad station, biting his under lip, his heart tumultuous with disappointment and defeat. He had ridden over three hundred miles
