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t we're really indispensable. Afterward--when the tour is over--he thinks that "some other scheme will open." I think so too. The Becketts will propose it, to keep us with them. They will urge and argue, little dreaming how I drew them, with a grappling-hook resolve to become a barnacle on their ship! To-morrow we move to the Ritz. The Becketts insist. They want us near them for "consultations"! This morning the formal request was made to the French authorities, and sent to headquarters. On the fourth day the answer will come, and there's little doubt it will be "yes." Can I bear to go on deceiving Jim Beckett's father and mother, or--shall I take the other alternative? I must decide to-night. * * * * * Since I wrote that last sentence I have been out, alone--to decide. Padre, it was in my mind never to come back. I walked a long, long way, to the Champs-Elysees. I was very tired, and I sat down--almost dropped down--on a seat under the high canopy of chestnut trees. I could not think, but I had a sense of expectation as if I were waiting for somebody who would tell me what to do. Paris in the autumn twilight was a dream of beauty. Suddenly the dream seemed to open, and draw me in. Some one far away, whom I had known and loved, was _dreaming me_! What I should decide about the future, depended no longer on myself, but upon the dreamer. I didn't know who he was; but I knew I should learn by and by. It was he who would come walking along the road of his own dream, and take the vacant place by me on the seat. Being in the dream, I didn't belong to the wonderful, war-time Paris which was rushing and roaring around me. Military motors, and huge _camions_ and ambulances were tearing up and down, over the gray-satin surface of asphalt which used to be sacred to private autos and gay little taxis bound for theatres and operas and balls. For every girl, or woman, or child, who passed, there were at least ten soldiers: French soldiers in _bleu horizon_, Serbians in gray, Britishers and a sprinkling of Americans in khaki. There was an undertone of music--a tune in the making--in the tramp, tramp, of the soldiers' feet, the rumble and whirr of the cars-of-war, the voices of women, the laughing cries of children. I thought how simple it would be, to spring up and throw myself under one of the huge, rushing _camions_: how easily the thing might be taken for an accident if I stage-managed i
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