It would not be well for her to renew the acquaintance. Her heart
told her by its great ache that she would be crushed under a friendship
that could not be lasting.
Very sadly she sat down to write a note.
"_My dear Friend_," she wrote on plain paper with no crest. It
was like her to choose that. She would not flaunt her good
fortune in his face. She was a plain Montana girl to him, and so
she would remain.
"My grandmother has been very ill, and is obliged to go away for
her health. Unexpectedly I find that we are to go to-day. I
supposed it would not be for a week yet. I am so sorry not to
see you again, but I send you a little book that has helped me
to get acquainted with Jesus Christ. Perhaps it will help you
too. It is called 'My Best Friend.' I shall not forget to pray
always that you may find Him. He is so precious to me! I must
thank you in words, though I never can say it as it should be
said, for your very great kindness to me when I was in trouble.
God sent you to me, I am sure. Always gratefully your friend,
"ELIZABETH."
That was all, no date, no address. He was not hers, and she would hang out
no clues for him to find her, even if he wished. It was better so.
She sent the note and the little book to his address on Walnut Street; and
then after writing a note to her Grandmother Brady, saying that she was
going away for a long trip with Grandmother Bailey, she gave herself into
the hands of the future like a submissive but weary child.
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