me as she said he should, on the
day she had fixed for him, and always Jeff Campbell was not sure
yet that he really understood what it was Melanctha wanted. Always
Melanctha said to him, yes she loved him, sure he knew that. Always
Melanctha said to him, she certainly did love him just the same as
always, only sure he knew now she certainly did seem to be right busy
with all she certainly now had to be doing.

Jeff never knew what Melanctha had to do now, that made her always
be so busy, but Jeff Campbell never cared to ask Melanctha such a
question. Besides Jeff knew Melanctha Herbert would never, in such a
matter, give him any kind of a real answer. Jeff did not know whether
it was that Melanctha did not know how to give a simple answer. And
then how could he, Jeff, know what was important to her. Jeff Campbell
always felt strongly in him, he had no right to interfere with
Melanctha in any practical kind of a matter. There they had always,
never asked each other any kind of question. There they had felt
always in each other, not any right to take care of one another. And
Jeff Campbell now felt less than he had ever, any right to claim to
know what Melanctha thought it right that she should do in any of her
ways of living. All Jeff felt a right in himself to question, was her
loving.

Jeff learned every day now, more and more, how much it was that he
could really suffer. Sometimes it hurt so in him, when he was alone,
it would force some slow tears from him. But every day, now that Jeff
Campbell, knew more how it could hurt him, he lost his feeling of deep
awe that he once always had had for Melanctha's feeling. Suffering was
not so much after all, thought Jeff Campbell, if even he could feel it
so it hurt him. It hurt him bad, just the way he knew he once had hurt
Melanctha, and yet he too could have it and not make any kind of a
loud holler with it.

In tender hearted natures, those that mostly never feel strong
passion, suffering often comes to make them harder. When these do not
know in themselves what it is to suffer, suffering is then very awful
to them and they badly want to help everyone who ever has to suffer,
and they have a deep reverence for anybody who knows really how to
always surfer. But when it comes to them to really suffer, they soon
begin to lose their fear and tenderness and wonder. Why it isn't so
very much to suffer, when even I can bear to do it. It isn't very
pleasant to be having all the