At that he looked happier and said if I felt that way he would go just the same, but it would make him want to come back again. And then, perhaps, he might be more the sort of man my father would give his daughter to. A friend of his father's, he said, had offered him an overseer's place in his mine in South America; and would I forget all about him in two years, he wanted to know? "Two years will seem a very long time," I said, "but I shall remember you and wait for you for ever." He smiled and said, "Those two years will be almost for ever to me, but I have bought my chance dear, and even the hope of such happiness is more than I deserve." And then I called father and told him. He was very grave, and said to Johnny, "It depends on you; if you can show yourself a different sort of man and wipe out the record you have made for yourself, well, then, I suppose she will be of age, and it will be your own affair--but I hope she will forget you." That was absurd! So I kissed Johnny good-by--though father didn't like that at all--for it would help to make the two years shorter. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Other Side of the Door, by Lucia Chamberlain