THE FINANCIER 
DEAR FATHER,-I just cannot do what you want me to. I have 
made up my mind that I love Mr. Cowperwood too much, so I 
am going away. Don't look for me with him. You won't find me 
where you think. I am not going to him; I will not be there. I 
am going to try to get along by myself for a while, until he wants 
me and can marry me. I'm terribly sorry; but I just can't do 
what you want. I can't ever forgive you for the way you acted 
to me. Tell mama and Norah and the boys good-by for me. 
AILEEN. 
She laid it under the light of the green table-lamp, 
which was turned low, and, to insure its discovery, picked 
up Butler's heavy-rimmed spectacles which he employed 
always when reading, and laid them on it. During the 
last two hours, for the first time in all this situation, 
separate waves of feeling had swept over her. As she 
was gathering up her clothing, as she wrote the note, and 
later when she was leaning over the balustrade listening 
to detect the several voices of the family, she felt very 
strange, somewhat like a thief—a new sensation for her; 
and as she laid the letter on her father's desk she felt a 
momentary sense of ingratitude coupled with pain. Per- 
haps she was doing wrong. Her father had been very 
good to her. Her mother would feel so very bad. Norah 
would be sorry, and Callum and Owen. Still, they did 
not understand her any more. She had outgrown their 
world. Cowperwood's was so much bigger. Her loyalty 
was due to him in his present troubles. She was re- 
sentful of her father's attitude toward Cowperwood and 
toward her love for him. He might have seen what the 
point was; but no, he was too old, too hide-bound in 
religion and conventional ideas—he never would. He 
might never let her come back. Very well, she would 
stay—she would get along somehow. She would teach 
him. She might get a place as a school-teacher, and 
live with the Calligans a long while, if necessary, or teach 
music. She stole down-stairs and out into the vestibule, 
opening the outer door and looking out into the street. 
The lamps were already flaring in the dark, and a cool 
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