The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 122: what you’re looking at

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Why He Took Him Along. 115 on the lake when I told him of Francesca and my wan- dering life on account of her. But he stares at me at times, with his wondering black eyes, in a way I don’t like. I verily believe his boy wits have fathomed my story. TUESDAY, June 28. To-day Roy asked me a question that has set me to wondering again. What a boy he is! We were out fish- ing, and he was silent almost the whole afternoon, but just as we were preparing to go back to shore, he burst out all of a sudden with: “Say, Mr. Dallas, suppose a girl—who is a good girl— if a girl should love a man—a man who is good and noble also—and be true to him—and that man should know of it—what ought he to do?” ‘Never suppose such a case, my boy,” I calmly replied. “Girls don’t love—they speculate. Everyone speculates. Men in stocks; girls in men. You don’t know them!” “But,” he persisted, in his boyish way, “suppose she should love him—truly—all her life, and never give him up?” “What has made you grow sentimental all at once, Bub? Has Daisy proposed to you? Don’t trust them,” I continued, in a fatherly way; “they are all frauds; she won't love you long. You are young now, and trustful, and I don’t like to give the thing away to you, but you mtist learn it some time. Never think a girl will love you as you love her. It is simply absurd! She will only CORNIEOOOKS (SO)