Calvin turned a thoughtful look
at her; she looked down, averting her eyes from his gaze, “It’s plain to see,
Lillie – I’m so sorry – that it did not work out for us – but, this is where we
part,” he said, with an edge in his voice.
“Please, Cal,
don’t do this!”
He glanced at her tenderly, “You
knew all the time that you would not marry me.”
“That is simply not true, Cal,”
there was a quaver in her voice.
“I loved you so much that I
waited all this time. The wait is over; I’m through waiting, and waiting, and
waiting. I’m going,” he said, unhappily, then added, “I owe you a lot, Lillie,
first and foremost, my life, my health; a roof over my head, a warm fire, and
of course, employment; but Lillie, what I wanted most of all – I have been
denied. In other words,” he said, a little hesitatingly, “I wanted a life with
you.”
“Cal,
if you love me, you’ll wait. Don’t leave. Please,” she pleaded anxiously,
blinking her tears away.
Having a strong aversion to
quarrels, he turning toward her, his face was contorted from struggling with
the decision to leave, “Certainly, I could wait, but not for years and years.
You wouldn’t expect me to wait - for years like this, would you?”
Lillie became contrite; she shook
her head in understanding.
“If it were not for Hugh now, my
conscience would trouble me about leaving you here alone, Lillie. But, really,
your friend, Hugh, will be delighted to take over knowing that I have moved
on,” he said forlornly.
“Oh, Cal!”
Lillie choked, “It’s not that at all. I don’t have any reservations about
staying here alone – it is you that I want. Can’t you see, Cal?
Don’t you understand? It isn’t Hugh. It isn’t anyone else. It’s-- it’s that I
did what I had to do for Momma,” when she spoke, it was not with her normal
voice at all.
She put her arms around his waist
and gave him a long passionate squeeze, “Please, Calvin,” she said gravely, as
if the whole conversation was just a whim, “Let’s not discuss this any more,”
she spoke with candor; not even sure he was listening to her.
“Lillie I’ll always remember you.
It’s just that when some things die, they can’t be brought back,” he said with
a cold, expressionless face.
“No! Nothing has died, Cal!”
she cried, as she stamped her small foot on the gravel as a sign of
exasperation.