A MAN AND A WOMAN IBD

Sinopse

But for a recent occurrence I should certainly not be telling the story of a friend, or, rather, I should say, of two friends of mine. What that occurrence was I will not here indicate-it is unnecessary, but it has not been without its effect upon my life and plans. If it be asked by those who may read these pages under what circumstances it became possible for me to acquire such familiarity with certain scenes and incidents in the lives of one man and one woman,-scenes and incidents which, from their very nature, were such that no third person could figure in them,-I have only to explain that Grant Harlson and I were friends from boyhood, practically from babyhood, and that never, during all our lives together, did a change occur in our relationship. He has told me many things of a nature imparted by one man to another very rarely, and only when each of the two feels that they are very close together in that which sometimes makes two men as one. He was proud and glad when he told me these things-they were but episodes, and often trivial ones-and I was interested deeply. They added the details of a history much of which I knew and part of which I had guessed at.