"Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels." 

That quotation set me to thinking about Evangeline and the tragedy of
her never finding her lover.  Could it be possible, I thought, that two
people could come so near to finding each other and yet be just too
late? Not in these days of long distance telephones, I said to myself.
As I looked out dreamily into the mild September twilight, I idly
watched two little girls chasing each other around the voting booth
that stood on the corner.  They kept dodging around the four sides,
playing cat and mouse, and trying to catch each other by means of every
trick they could think of.  One would go a little way and then stop and
listen for the footsteps of the other; then she would double back and
go the other way, and thus they kept it up, never coming face to face.
I stopped dreaming and gave them my entire attention; I was beginning
to feel a thrill of suspense as to which one would finally outwit the
other and overtake her.  The darkness deepened; more stars came out; the
moon rose; still the exciting game did not come to a finish.  Finally, a
woman came out on the porch of the house on the corner and called,