“You mustn’t think about it,” he urged softly. “You weren’t to blame, and, anyway, it’s all over now. Everything’s turned out right. Please forget it.” His fingers tightened about hers. Her lids drooped. They had forgotten the crowd pouring out of the field. The clatter and tramp in the swiftly thinning stands, the last few cheers from the departing rooters, fell upon deaf ears. In that single moment they were conscious of nothing else in the whole wide world but just each other. THE END Transcriber’s Notes: ――Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). ――Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected. ――Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved. ――Inconsistent hyphenation and compound words were made consistent only when a predominant form was found.