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ned quickly to Karl and held out her hands. "He is gone. I am glad. But, Karl, I would have given a year of my life if he had delivered my letter to you." "Why? Tell me what you wrote," he asked eagerly. "I wrote all the things I told you a few moments ago, Karl. You know it all now." She went over to the grate and looked sadly into the ashes. "My first love letter," she said softly. "Oh, Karl, it was my confession of my love for you. I would like to read it over again with you, and then we might forget. I don't want to be afraid. I want to be strong, to be happy. If I only had that letter now." Karl took her hands in his, and comforted her. "Never mind it, Olga; it has served its purpose. It has taught us ourselves, our hearts." "It has taught us that we must be strong, brave and loyal," Olga declared warmly. They stood thus, looking into each other's eyes, sanely, clearly, each ready to renounce. The door of the studio opened and Millar stood before them again, holding in his extended hand a letter. "I beg a thousand pardons again," he said. "I find I gave Karl an old tailor's bill instead of madam's letter." Olga eagerly took the letter, opened it and recognized her own handwriting. "My letter, Karl!" she exclaimed. Both bent close over the letter, reading it eagerly, while Millar slipped quietly out of the studio--out of their lives. Olga looked up from their reading. "I am glad that I wrote it, Karl," she said. "Now we will burn it." Together they watched it glow brightly into flame and fall into gray ashes. "That is our love begun and ended, Karl," Olga said quietly. "It was wrong, and now we realize it, don't we? And now, dear boy, you are coming with me." "Where?" Karl asked. "I am going to take you to Elsa," Olga answered. With a feeling of elation, Karl called Heinrich, and was helped into his overcoat. He bent respectfully and kissed Olga's hand as they walked out of the studio together. THE END THE MORAL OF "THE DEVIL" BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Copyright, 1908, by American Journal-Examiner. In every human organization dwell the _Twins_--the Angel and the Demon. The Angel is the real self; the enduring, immortal self, which goes on from life to life, from planet to planet, until it has made the circuit and ended where it began--at the _Source_. The Demon is man made; it belongs to the changing, perishable bodies which are created anew with
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