From the Rock Island Argus, February 10, 1913. By S. E. Kiser. He left her at the gate, one day Because his plea she had denied; But as he turned to go his way His breast, though sad, was filled with pride. “Some time,” he said, “you shall regret; Some time the world shall grant me fame Upon a height my goal is set And well won honors I will claim.” She merely smiled and let him go. He went out in the world to strive. Though fortune dealt him many a blow He bravely kept his hopes alive. He toiled for years with all his might And thought of her and of his vow His goal still gleaming on the height And deep lines forming on his brow. At last his day of triumph came. He was rewarded with success; The world accorded him the fame Which he had sworn he would possess; Through ceaseless efforts he had won The crown of honor for his own; For splendid things which he had done His name o’er all the land was known. Then, having played a splendid part He turned from where his goal was set And started back to break her heart To overwhelm her with regret. He found her, but unhappily Discovered that she did not care. The crown of fame was his, but she Was married to a millionaire.