Near the park gates a little knot of excited boys were preparing to
fly a kite. Jimmy, the hero of the hour, the centre of attraction,
proved to be the proud possessor of this new kite. Jimmy was finding
the day glorious indeed, and was being happy. "Happy ALSO," Garth
had said. And Jane's eyes filled with tears, as she remembered the
word and the tone in which it was spoken.
"There goes my poor boy's shilling," she said to herself sadly, as
the kite mounted and soared above the common;" but, alas, where is
his joy?"
As she passed up the avenue a dog-cart was driven swiftly down it.
Garth Dalmain drove it; behind him a groom and a portmanteau. He
lifted his hat as he passed her, but looked straight before him. In
a moment he was gone. Had Jane wanted to stop him she could not have
done so. But she did not want to stop him. She felt absolutely
satisfied that she had done the right thing, and done it at greater
cost to herself than to him. He would eventually--ah, perhaps before
so very long--find another to be to him all, and more than all, he
had believed she could be.
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