CHAPTER XII
Comprising a lengthy letter from, Benis Spence to John Rogers, M.D.
DEAR and Venerable Bones: Your fatherly letter came too late. What
was going to happen has happened. But I will be honest and admit
that its earlier arrival would have made no difference. Calm
yourself with the thought that our fates are written upon our
foreheads. I have been able to read mine for some little time now.
For there are some things which are impossible and leaving Desire
here was one of them.
I call her "Desire" to you because it is what you will be calling
her soon. Strange, how that small fact seems to place her' Fancy my
marrying someone whom you would naturally call "Mrs. Spence"? There
are such people. All Aunt Caroline's young friends are like that.
You would say, "I have looked forward to meeting you, Mrs. Spence,"
and she would giggle and say, "Oh, Dr. Rogers, I have heard my
husband speak of you so often!" But Desire will say, "So this is
John." And then she will look at you with that detached yet
interested look and you will find yourself saying "Desire" before
you think of it. You see, she belongs.
But before I bring you up to date with regard to recent events, I
had better tell you a few facts about my more remote past. I refer
to Mary. I have already told you that I found a past necessary. At
that time I hoped that something fairly abstract would do. But
Desire does not like abstractions. She likes to "know where she is.
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