By John Elkins
Airs. John Lester picked up the
morning's mall which had just been
slipped under the door of the apart
ment. One letter in unmistakably
feminine handwriting she started to
open when she saw that the address
began with "Sir." instead of "Mrs.,"
so she stopped and looked, curiously
at it, trying to recall the chirography
of her various friends, but finally de
cided this was entirely strange to
her. She handed it to her husband
with a puzzled and expectant air.
She thought he would at once tell
her who it was from. But he read it
hurriedly, thrust it back in the en
velope and said nothing. It seemed
to her an anxious look came into his
eyes. He did not leave the letter ly
ing on the table, but put it carefully
in his pocket All these things Grace
Lester obsen ed. It was natural when
one loves very deeply and dearly to
notice in the one loved the slightest
detail that seems to touch a deep
spring of feeling. With such a love
there is often a jealousy which is
She saw he was not going to ex
plain. She could not bear the sus
pense, so she spoke.
"I see," she smiled, "you have a
letter from a lady."
"Yes," he answered. Then seeing
she was looking at him as though ex
pecting an explanation he added: "It
is a woman who wants to know
about insurance rates."
"It's strange she did not write on
business to your office."
"Yes," he answered, picking up
the morning paper as though he
wished to dismiss the subject.
"Do I know her?"
"I don't know," he answered with
"Let me see the letter and I can
"Why in the world do you want to
see a simple business letter?"
'Because I do." Her lips were trem
bling and her voice a bit unsteady.
He looked up from his paper and
spoke with increased irritation.
"See here, Grace, if you hadn't
been so infernally suspicious I'd have
let you see it. But I don't intend to
"If it had been just business you'd '
have let me look at it at first."
Her lips no longer trembled and
her voice was defiant.
"Very well, think what you like.
But I tell you I'm tired of this eternal
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nagging. I'm not going to stand it!"
And he flung out of the house.
Grace sat for some minutes star
ing in a vacant way at the wall. Then
she ' began to sob and the tears
welled up and trickled down her
cheeks. After this upheaval of emo
tion she began to think. He had ac-
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