"My thoughts were muddled; I could not think clearly: it was a day in
early June: I did not know where to go, and I did not want to meet
anyone I knew. I never knew quite how or why, but a few hours later I
found myself in Atlantic City. I arrived there in the evening and
after refreshing myself, I walked out on the board walk and almost to
the end of it, until there was no one in sight: and then I went down
on the sand and there I seated myself. I thought, with the big silver
moon overhead and the waves breaking on the shore, I should be able to
think out some plan for the future. I don't know how long I sat there,
but I know the only thoughts that came to me were that in my case I
was forever through with romance, sentiments and ideals. There was a
storm raging in my soul, and bitter resentment in my heart; I had
meant so well and it had all come to this. I looked at my watch: it
was nearly eleven; I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to dine,
that my head ached and that I was tired. I got up and started back to
the hotel. Then a miracle happened; it sounds like fiction but I swear
it is the truth.....

"I heard my name called; it sounded as though it were an echo out of
the past. I looked up.... a tall gentleman was standing by me looking
down into my face; 'Good evening, Mrs. Beuland, this is indeed a
pleasant surprise." Glen Royce....You know our story, and as I had not
heard from him in years you can imagine my surprise.

"Mr. Royce had been in America just one week; he had come over on
business and just thought it would be interesting to run down and have
a peep at the sea. I think both our thoughts traveled back over the
years to the Easter time we spent together there....

"'How long are you remaining?' he asked after a little pause. 'About a