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Lei lie might induce her to give her
self to him. "Adela was unhappy; she
wouldnever be happy without the
life companionship of somebody who
'He was awakened on the fourth
morning of his stay by the call of the
postman. He threw on his dressing
gown and went down.
"Party by the name of Langwith
here?" asked the man.
The painter nodded sleepily.
"I just put a bundle of mail for
you in here," said the postman, indi
cating the private mail-box which
stood at the end of the garden. "Then
it occurred to me that; having just
moved in, you mightn't have the
"I haven't," said the painter. "I
didn't know you had free delivery
here. But I guess it can be opened
The weather-worn box yielded to
the slightest effort, and Langwith
took out his letters. Among them
was one that made his heart beat
furiously. 'It was in Adela's hand
writing. It seemed as though his
longing had reached her in some
telepathic manner, and had been an
swered. Langwith hurried into the
house and tore open the envelope.
"You asked me to tell you if I
changed my mind," he read, "and 1
have changed it. I cannot tell you
what it costs me to make this con
fession, my dear, after the way in
which I treated you. But I always
loved you, only your sudden-asking,
after I had ceased to hope, startled
and frightened me. I didn't know
what to say; I could not tell you of
my love then, and I said 'no.' This is
all I can bring myself to say now.
Write me at once, or I shall go abroad
and never dare to look you in the face
The letter was dated two days be
fore, from Camways:
Adela was in the village! Lang
with lost no time in getting dressed.
He hurried ovef to the hotel, and
when he asked for her he was trem
bling so that he could -hardly frame
his words. But Adela was not there;
She had not registered there that
summer, and nobody in the place
could give hjm any information of
her. Langwith inquired everywhere.
Adela was not in Camways. Yet she
had been in Camways two days be
fore. The mystery seemed insolu
ble. In the gray twilight he went home,
beaten. He entered the garden de
jectedly, worn out with his emotion
and his frantic pacing of the street.
With hqad bent he passed up between
the flower beds, toward the house. A
shadow barred his entrance. He
looked up hopelessly inter - Adela's
She was standing before the door,
a silent figure in a cloak. She might
have been a wraith, so ethereal did
she loolc in the twilight. Langwith's
heart beat wildly; then he .ran for
ward. He clasped her shrinking form
in his arms. No gliost was this, but
a woman of flesh and-blood, warm to
his touch and living.
"Adela!" he whispered, still half in
credulous. "When did you come?"
"I have only just coniei" she whis
pered back. "Butou how did you
come here.?" , ". -"..(;
"I came to be where you'had been,"
"But my letter?."
"I got it this morning, Adela.'-'
"This morning?" she exclaimed.
"Why, I posted that letter three years
ago. It was that dreadful summer
when i realized that I had broken
both our lives by my folly, by my in
"Adela!" he exclaimed, a light
breaking in upon him, "where did you
mail that letter?"
"I mailed it here, in this letter
box," she answered. "I used to come
here to look at the flowers. That is
why I came back today, because this
place seemed somehow bound up
with all my memories of you. And
you only got it today "
Langwith began to augh hyster-