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words. Said he coiSd talk of noth
ing but that typewriter, and you
aren't a typewriter are you?"
and Kathryn kissed her little
friend. " .
Poor little Rosy began to cry.
Perhaps, if left to herself, she
might, have sent for Hugh and
asked for an explanation, but un
der Kathryn's persuasive direc
tion she wrote him the following
"I am going to ask you to for
get what happened fast night, to
treat it as though it never oc
curred. Do not try to see me, for
I never want to meet you again.
"Andnow you are coming to
our summer cottage with me,"
Kathryn said decidedly, and be-r
fore Rosy recovered her breath.
Kathryn had explained to Mrs.
Parsons, packed Rosy's suit case,
and borne her away.
As the cruel letter slipped from
her fingeps into the mail box Rosy
gave a little soib, and might have
written another to recall it, if she
had not accidentally come across
Hugh on the way to the depot.
Hedid not see her, as he was
walking beside a remarkably pret-5
ty girl, and the two were laugh
ing and talking in an animated
mdnner, although there was noth
ing loverlike in their attitudeT
Still, to Rosy, this was proof posi
tive of his perfidy.
Just as Hugh was thinking
with joyful anticipation of the
evening, he received Rosy's letter,
and could scarcely believe his
eyes, as he read the few words $cr
"Well, of all things!" he said
at last, drawing a deep breath.
If he had been like some men,
he might have retired into a sulky
silence, and pride would have
reared a wall as high as heaven
between the two, but Hugh was)
made of different material. In- (
stead of visiting- Rosy, lie went
out to see her mother, and after a
little time convinced Mrs. Par
sons that he really did love hef
"I can't tell what the matter
was," Mrs. Parsons confessed,
"but Kathryn was back of it, and
took Rosy up to the lake wtilt
"Why, I thjpught Kathryn was
my friend," Hugh cried, more be-1
wildered than ever.
"It was something she told
Rosy," Mrs. Parsons insisted, and
Hugh l$ft the house trying to,
puzzle out what the trouble could
Then he went to Richard Stew
ard, and asked him if he knew
anything about the matter.
"I haven't the remotest idea,"
that young gentleman returned,
and then added :
"Come up with me Saturday,
and ask Rosy for yourself. We'll
say nothing to the girls about
your coming, and take them by
In the meanwhile Rosy was
anything but a pleasant compan-.
ion to her hostess, for if the truth -be
told, she sulked and cried near-
ly all the- time, and Kathryn be-
gan to wish she had left her friend
in ip-nnranre of what she had