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riel this time. Opening it, Rennie
read that she loved him, he must
never think otherwise, and she would
wait a dozen more years if necessary.
"Only I hope to see you, dear, al
most as soon as you get this letter,"
she said, "because my uncle has left
me five hundred dollars, and I am
taking the morning train to New
York, and I want you to meet me at
seven o'clock in the evening at the
station. And, dearest, remember that
five hundred dollars will go far, and
what is mine is yours."
Rennie had never been so happy as
when he was wildly sprinting to meet
the seven o'clock train. And he knew
in his heart that Munel would never
return, alone, to Freeport
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Rennie went out of the auction
room and wrote a letter to one of the
papers. The newspaper refused to
print it It had no doubt that Ren
nie was an imposter, and, anyway,
the editor felt that such a case should
be aired in the law-courts.
Rennie waited another day. Then
he sat down and wrote a long letter
to MurieL It was the hopeless letter
of a man who has been bowled over
by the buffets of fate. He told her
the facts of his struggle, culminating
in the loss of his paintings, and re
leased her from their engagement.
But before he had risen from the
table there came a knock at the door.
Rennie opened it, to find an elderly
woman, attired in black, standing be
"I am Mrs. St Clair," she said.
"Mr. Rennie, a terrible injustice has
been done you, and it would have
slipped from my mind had not our
lawyer told me about your claim. He
thought you were an imposter, but as
soon as he told me I remembered.
"Mr. Rennie, my husband was the
best and justest man in the world.
On the night he died the stroke
came very suddenly, you know he
was trying to speak to me. He was
paralyzed and he could only mumble,
but I managed to make out what he
was trying to say. He said that a
picture in his studio had been painted
by I couldn't catch the name, but
it was yours and that, in case he
died, he didn't want it to be sold as
his, especially since you had left no
address, and he had given you no re
ceipt for it
"I have written a letter to the news
papers, and meanwhile the money for
the painting must go to you."
Rennie did not know how he re
plied. He remembered taking her
hands in his and thanking her a
thousand times. And when she left
it was with the understanding that
Rennie was to consider her his friend
always, she said.
Hardly had she gone before the
postman brought a letter from Mu-
Samuel Rea, president of the Penn
sylvania railroad, who has been ill at
his home for several days and has
been taken to the hospital, where he
will undergo an operation,
Diplomatic relations the kind your
wife has visiting her most of the time
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