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you try to make it real; and you fail; and something you have killed out in 

your heart for long years wakes up and cries; 'Let each man play his own 

game; and care nothing for the hand of his fellow!             Each man for himself。 

So the game must be played!' and you doubt all you have lived for; and the 

ground   seems   washing   out   under   your   feet。〃      She   paused。     〃Such   a 

time has come to me now。           If you would promise me that if ever another 

woman comes to seek your help; you will give it to her; and try to love her 

for my sake; I think it will help me。          I think I should be able to keep my 

faith。〃 

     〃Oh; I will do anything you ask me to。           You are so good and great。〃 

     〃Oh; good and great!if you knew!           Now go; dear。〃 

     〃I have not kept you from your work; have I?〃 

     〃No; I have not been working lately。          Good…by; dear。〃 

     The younger woman went; and the elder knelt down by the chair; and 

wailed like a little child when you have struck it and it does not dare to cry 

loud。 

     A year after; it was early spring again。 

     The woman sat at her desk writing; behind her the fire burnt brightly。 

She was writing a leading article on the causes which in differing peoples 

lead to the adoption of Free Trade or Protectionist principles。 

     The woman wrote on quickly。            After a while the servant entered and 

laid a pile of letters on the table。      〃Tell the boy I shall have done in fifteen 

minutes。〃     She wrote on。       Then she caught sight of the writing on one of 

the letters。   She put down her pen; and opened it。            It ran so: 



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                           Dream Life and Real Life A Little African Story 



     〃Dear Friend;I am writing to you; because I know you will rejoice to 

hear of my great happiness。           Do you remember how you told me that day 

by the fire to wait; and after long; long years I should see that all was for 

the   best?    That   time   has   come   sooner   than   we   hoped。        Last   week   in 

Rome I was married to the best; noblest; most large…hearted of men。                       We 

are now in Florence together。           You don't know how beautiful all life is to 

me。     I   know   now   that   the   old   passion   was   only   a   girl's   foolish   dream。 

My husband is the first man I have ever truly loved。                    He loves me and 

understands me as no other man ever could。                I am thankful that my dream 

was   broken;   God   had   better   things   in   store   for   me。    I   don't   hate   that 

woman any more; I love every one!               How are you; dear?         We shall come 

and see you as soon as we arrive in England。                  I always think of you so 

happy in your great work and helping other people。                   I don't think now it 

is terrible to be a woman; it is lovely。 

     〃I hope you are enjoying this beautiful spring weather。 

     〃Yours; always full of gratitude and love; 

     〃E。〃 

     The woman read the letter:           then she stood up and walked towards the 

fire。   She   did   not   re…read   it;   but   stood   with   it   open   in   her   hand;   looking 

down into the blaze。          Her lips were drawn in at the corners。              Presently 

she tore the letter up slowly; and watched the bits floating down one by 

one into the grate。        Then she went back to her desk; and began to write; 

with her mouth still drawn in at the corners。                After a while she laid her 

arm on the paper and her head on her arm; and seemed to go to sleep there。 

     Presently   the   servant   knocked;   the   boy   was   waiting。        〃Tell   him   to 

wait    ten   minutes     more。〃     She    took   up   her   pen〃The      Policy    of  the 

Australian   Colonies   in   favour   of   Protection   is   easily   understood〃   she 

waited〃when   one   considers   the   factthe   fact;〃   then   she   finished   the 

article。 

     Cape Town; South Africa; 1892。 



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