Jeff Campbell would not let himself really doubt Melanctha, but Jeff began to know now very well, he did not want her.  Melanctha Herbert did not love him ever, Jeff knew it now, the way he once had thought that she could feel it.  Once she had been greater for him than he had thought he could ever know how to feel it.  Now Jeff had come to where he could understand Melanctha Herbert.  Jeff was not bitter to her because she could not really love him, he was bitter only that he had let himself have a real illusion in him.  He was a little bitter too, that he had lost now, what he had always felt real in the world, that had made it for him always full of beauty, and now he had not got this new religion really, and he had lost what he before had to know what was good and had real beauty.

Jeff Campbell was so angry now in him, because he had begged Melanctha always to be honest to him.  Jeff could stand it in her not to love him, he could not stand it in her not to be honest to him.

Jeff Campbell went home from where Melanctha had not met him, and he was sore and full of anger in him.

Jeff Campbell could not be sure what to do, to make it right inside him.  Surely he must be strong now and cast this loving from him, and yet, was he sure he now had real wisdom in him.  Was he sure that Melanctha Herbert never had had a real deep loving for him.  Was he sure Melanctha Herbert never had deserved a reverence from him.  Always now Jeff had this torment in him, but always now he felt more that Melanctha never had real greatness for him.

Jeff waited to see if Melanctha would send any word to him.  Melanctha Herbert never sent a line to him.

At last Jeff wrote his letter to Melanctha.  “Dear Melanctha, I certainly do know you ain’t been any way sick this last week when you never met me right the way you promised, and never sent me any word to say why you acted a way you certainly never could think was the right way you should do it to me.  Jane Harden said she saw you that day and you went out walking with some people you like now to be with.  Don’t be misunderstanding me now any more Melanctha.  I love you now because that’s my slow way to learn what you been teaching, but I know now you certainly never had what seems to me real kind of feeling.  I don’t love you Melanctha any more now like a real religion, because now I know you are just made like all us others.  I know now no man can ever really hold you because no man can ever be real to trust in you, because you mean right Melanctha, but you never can remember, and so you certainly never have got any way to be honest.  So please you understand me right now Melanctha, it never is I don’t know how to love you.  I do know now how to love you, Melanctha, really.  You sure do know that, Melanctha, in me.  You certainly always can trust me.  And so now Melanctha, I can say to you certainly real honest with you, I am better than you are in my right kind of feeling.  And so Melanctha, I