Robert W. Chambers,
The Case of Mr. Helmer
(1904)
“ But how is it with those solitary souls isolated in the world,—the lone herder who is found lifeless in some vast waterless desert, the pioneer whose bones are stumbled over by the tardy pickets of civilization,—and even those nearer us,—here in our city,—who are found in silent houses, in deserted streets, in the solitude of salt meadows, in the miserable desolation of vacant lands beyond the suburbs? ”
Robert W. Chambers,
The Case of Mr. Helmer
(1904)
“ Watching him from shadowy sweet eyes, she said: "For a day you knew the language of my mouth and my arms around you, there in the white sun-glare of the river. For every kiss taken and re-taken, given and forgiven, we must account:—for every one, even to the last. "But you have set a monument for us both, preaching the resurrection of the soul. Love is such a little thing,—and ours endured a whole day long! Do you remember? Yet He who created love. designed that it should last a lifetime. Only the lost outlive it." ”
Robert W. Chambers,
The Case of Mr. Helmer
(1904)
“ Their hands clung together an instant, then she slipped away into the crowded rooms; and after a moment Helmer followed, head bent, blinded by the glare. "You are ill, Philip," said his host, as he took his leave. "Your face is as ghastly as that dying vaquero's,—by Heaven, man, you look like him!" "Did you find your girl in black?" asked his hostess, curiously. ”
