that he was near peace at last.  It
meant that Fate had done the deed for
him and that he was glad.  Whether he
would have done it himself, I do not
know; and that is why I say that
though Grayson brought the flower
down--smiling from peak to ravine--
I do not know that he was not, after
all, a coward. 

That night I wrote to the woman in
Kentucky.  I told her that Grayson
had fallen from a cliff while climbing
for flowers; and that he was dead. 
Along with these words, I sent a purple
rhododendron. 

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