A LOVERS DILEMMA
General Papa, having dined at home alone, told his driver to leave the keys beside his table, he might go out, and he sat down to write as always. He ended every year in this manner, writing and day dreaming. He reviewed the events of his life since he lost his fiance and unborn child in a blazing fire 6 years ago. He had immersed his thoughts and deeds in his work now, not thinking a lot made it easy to live the days and sleep the nights. But this Christmas was special. Friends and family had him convinced he was moving on… So he sat down, opened a drawer, took out of it a young woman’s photograph, gazed at it a few moments, and kissed it. Then, having laid it beside his cup of coffee, he began: “MY DEAR IRENE: You must by this time have received the little surprise I sent you, addressed to the maid of course. I am writing to you this evening in order to tell you——” The pen here ceased to move. General Papa rose up and began walking up and down the room. For the last ...