Harry was looking down at me and grinning sardonically. "I hated to do that, Chuck," he said, "but you see, it has to be me that goes after her." He turned and took both of Sukey's thin shoulders in his hands. He couldn't speak for a while. His eyes were talking, though; saying they were awfully sorry. And then he took a couple of steps into that colored mist before he stopped and looked back. He was still smiling, but it was a secret smile. He said, "It's too bad, Sukey, but you know, eighteen million bucks are eighteen million bucks." "What the--?" I said. "Harry, darling, is that you?" The voice of Mrs. Campbell was closer now. "Coming, Althea dear!" he said, and laughed at me. "Do you suppose I _wasted_ all those Thursdays, Chuck?" he said. "'Bye. Take care of Sukey for me. Althea and I'll be along later." He turned his back on us and went deeper into the mists, calling her name, spreading the bushes with his hands and trying to see her. He was hazy now, hardly visible. But I saw Althea Campbell just an instant before he did. She came out of the rainbow mist from behind him, and her now-blonde hair glimmered with reds and greens, and blues and gold and purple. Her naked body was snow white. She had got her money's worth, I suppose. Marjud had promised her that pale complexion. And the curious radiations had given her smooth legs and arms that were pearl-white and long, and supple, and graceful. She came from behind Harry and put her arms around him. All of them. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Color Blind, by Charles A. Stearns