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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - What subtle strange message had come to her from the West? Carley Burch laid the letter in her lap and gazed dreamily through the window. It was each day typical of early April in NY, rather cold and gray, with steely sunlight. Spring breathed in the air, however the women passing along Fifty-seventh Street wore furs and wraps. She heard the distant clatter of an L train and then the hum of an motor car. A hurdy-gurdy jarred in to the interval of quiet. Glenn has been gone over annually, she mused, "three months over the year-and of all his strange letters this seems the strangest yet." She lived again, for the thousandth time, the last moments she had spent with him. It had been on New-Year's Eve, 1918. That they had called after friends who had been staying at the McAlpin, in a suite on the twenty-first floor overlooking Broadway. So when the last quarter hour of that eventful and tragic year began slowly to pass with the low swell of whistles and bells, Carley's friends had discreetly left her alone with her lover, at the open window, to watch and hear the old year out, the new year in. Glenn Kilbourne had returned from France early that fall, shell-shocked and gassed, and otherwise incapacitated for service in the army-a wreck of his former sterling self and in many unaccountable ways a stranger to her. Cold, silent, haunted by something, he had made her miserable with his aloofness. But as the bells began to ring out the year that were his ruin Glenn had drawn her close, tenderly, passionately, yet strangely, too.
