First was a letter from. Gregory
Pratt addressed to Mrs. Schofield.
Oh, it was shameful, shameful. It
began "My darlfng Anne," and it an
nounced that he was coming down
the very first time Mr. Schofield
would not be there, to try and per
suade her to elope with him to China,
where they would have a humble cot
tage among the roses and be happy
for ever more.
Next, a letter from George Blen
kinsop to his mother he had gone
back. tov Harvard announcing that
he had left college and married a
vaudeville actress, who was going to
get a divorce from her third husband,
and he hoped she wouldn't be ar
rested for bigamy first.
Finally, there was-aletter from lit
tle Mrs. Wrenn to Mrs. Sgh6fieWj ask
ing her advice as to the beet quick
poison that would get rid of an un
desirable husband without leaving
any trace behind it
Aunt Lily and 1 stared at the let
ters. We didn't know what it was
our duty to do. If we told the police
most likely the government would
want to" know fcawwe got our inform
mation, and, though the letters were
so poorly sealed that any one could
have opened them, still, the govern
ment is pretty strict about such
things, and I didn't want that old Sol
Rogers, to get back the poatoffice
again. , t
We- talked it Jiver for a long time
and at last decfiied to write anony
mous letters toveach Of the parties
concerned. The letter to Mrs. Scho-.
field ran like this:
"You wicked woman; I have "my
eyes on you, and if you don't send
that old Pratt about his business in
stead of going to China your husband
Being anonymous I felt that I could
express my feelings better.
Then I told George Blenkinsop that
the police were watching him and un
less he separated from that vaude
ville actress at uucu ue wuuiu ue ar- i
rested for bigamy. And I wrote to
little Mrs. Wrenn, who was Intending.
to come dqwn to her cottage a Httle
later, saying that if anything hap-
pened to Mr. Wrenn all the slow poi-
son in the world wouldn't, save her
from the electric chair. And theo I
felt I'd done my duty. T
There weren't any more letters .pf
that kind and I began to feel more
comfortable, although after that
couldn't bear to visit either Mrsr
Blenkinsop or Mrs. Schofield. They
seemed to have a sort of satirical lookiv
in their eyes which made me feel badr
you know I am very soft-hearted.'
So I stopped extending social hos-f
pitality to them in the shape of vis-a
its and comforted myself with reflect-r
ing how much good I had done, afid
how the welldoers naturally have tpi
suffer in 'this life. And that's Juab;
what Aunt Lily told me.
Well, AuguBt came along, and then;
what do you suppose happened? Jti
was Sunday and of course the post
office was closed. Aunt lily and $.,
had been entertainme some of our
friends and telling them of the fiend-
isn contrivances going on in aeaenn,
when suddenly in there walked Mrg..
Blenkinsop, Mrs. Schofield that
Wrenn hussy and George Blenkinsop.
My! You could have knocked m&
down with a feather! And all their
faces had the same satirical look I
had noticed before.
"Well, Miss Twist," said Mrs. Scho
field, "you will be glad to, hear that
Mr. Pratt you remember Mr, Pratt?-
has gone to China to take up a po-
sition as banker there. Yes,, and nes
gone alone!" t
The brazen vixen! I 'had .hardly
caught my breath to murmur some
thing when Mrs. Blenkinsop spoke.
"I thought you'd like to be one of
the first of our friends to know that
George is gomg to be married," ahet
said. "Such a nice woman, Miss
Twist; not an actress or anything
common like that. You know
George has such an aversion for tie
Then little Mrs. Wrenn said: "By ,
ak iw iti ii in frVriai'fc-rf' i.
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