THE FATAL LETTER
"f By Helen Disnay.
ix( Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
0 As Jack crossed the office on his
iiway to his desk, his eyes dwelt
Henderly on Madge's nimble' fin
'gers as "they traced what he felt
sure was a note to him. Thinking
lo surprise her, he drew nearer,
j With Hurt Horrof.He Read.
-and suddenly the large writing on
- the sheet seemed to rise up and
Yassail his eyes. With hurt hor-
Jror he read:
3 "Dearest Ted:
"Pi course I love you. Why.
doubt me? As long as I live, Fm
He waited to read no further,
but fled to the stockroom, where
hidden behind the bales and boxes
he fought out his trouble and de
cided upon a course of action.
"My little Madge, whom I
trusted with my whole soul," he
groaned. Her falseness seemed
Who this fellow Ted was he did
not know. It was enough that
the girl he loved, and who had
promised to marry him, was writ
ing such a letter to another man.
At last he clenched his hands,
and setting his teeth, went into
the private office of the manager.
Six weeks ago, he had been offer
ed a position on the road, one that
would pay him a much better sal
ary, and had refused, not wanting
to leave Madge. Now he was
glad to go, and immediately, too.
Within two hours of his reading
the beginning of that fateful note,
he was on the train to take up
the work of one of the commer
cial travelers who had suddenly
been taken sick.
Jack did not stop to say good
bye to Madge, nor did he write
her, for he felt that the less said
"Perhaps if I get away, this
hurt will stop," he told himself;
but although he kept busy and in
his labors turned night into day,
sending back so much business
that the firm believed they had
secured the model salesman, he
could not forget Madge or her
thousand and one appealing ways.
It was all the harder because -she
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