Lee handed her the letter. A spasm of pain crossed the girl's face at
sight of the decorative characters.-There was neither salutation nor
signature. She read: "I have reached the summit of my life-indeed I
appear to have passed it. I have done my best work. There is nothing
before me but a slow decline in power. I wish to be remembered by my
best, and so I choose to write the End while I can do it firmly. Men
live too long.
unknowable? I have often wondered. Now I know. He thinks of his
childhood; the first tree climbed; the first little creek that was swum
kisses that were not given. They are the sweetest. He hears the first
And always the stars, his unchanging companions, who mocked him when he
was set up, and comforted him when he was cast down.
"This is the last thought: Man is not worthy of his beautiful earth. The
worst that has been said about man's life is true; it is cruel, ugly and
evil-but who would give up the privilege of sitting in on so magnificent
a show? I have seen it, and I leave the theatre without regret."
Cynthia's tears were falling fast before she came to the end. Some
moments passed before she could speak. "Was this all?" she whispered.
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