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pitulated, and, conscience stricken,
sat down to indite a letter to Charlie
Ross that should sound like Doris
and yet be what Doris was not.
She wrote it from her own heart
She spoke of what love means to a
woman, of all the things that she
knew and Doris could never know.
She poured out her heart in that let
ter, and in many others.
For the first letter brought back a
reply that touched her vividly. - It
showed something in the man's na
ture, something idealistic which even
Elizabeth Gray had never known ex
isted in the man, something to which
her heart responded as the steel to
the magnet And after that the de
scent was easy.
Letter after letter came to him
from her pen. "You must not won
der," she wrote once, "that I seem
so different to you when we meet
from what I seem to be in my letters.
It is very difficult for me to express
myself face to face."
"Charlie is devoted," said Doris
.happily one day. "He thinks I write
all those letters, and you know, Eliz
abeth, that they are incomprehensi
ble to me."
Yes, there were many things that
were incomprehensible to Doris. Eliz
abeth Gray began to see that more
and more clearly as the weeks went
by. But she was too far in the slough
of deception now to be able to extri
cate herself. Passionate letters
passed between them and she poured
out all her longing and all her-love
to this lover who, unknowing whence
the letters came, could never be hers.
"He is so serious," pouted Doris
one day. "And he talks of such
heavy things! They make my head
ache. And I have to pretend to un
derstand because of this silly plot
Why did you ever let me into it, Eliz
abeth?" That was Elizabeth's thanks. She
smiled. She could afford to smile,
for she knew from Charlie's letters
that she held his heart absolutely, al
though he never dreamed of it But
that night she prayed for his sake
that he might not marry Doris.
The prayer seemed to be strange
ly answered. For -the next week
Doris came to her, after a longer in
terval than usual. She sat down at
her feet and began patting her hand.
"What is it, Doris?" asked Eliza
beth. "I don't love Charlie," Doris burst
out "It was all a mistake. I have
found the man I love, and he loves
me. So you will not have any more
of those horrid letters to -write. He
isn't the sort of man who is above
me. He is Frank Bewlett"
"Yes," answered Doris meekly.
"What will Charlie say?"
"I want you to write and tell hinv
answered Doris. "Promise me. You
know, you got me into this trouble,
Elizabeth, and you must get me out
Elizabeth sat down that night with
a heavy heart' and wrote to Charlie.
Doris was going home; she loved an
other; he must forget her and never
writeto'her nor try to see her again.
She did not sleep that night, and
went to work with a heavy heart
That evening Charlie called, and
she was totally unprepared for it
He came in with a white face.
"I haven't been to see you since I
met Doris," he said. "I can't forgive
myself for neglecting an old friend in
my happiness, as I supposed it to me.
Do you know know ?
Elizabeth nodded. She could not
manage fo utter the trivial sympa
thy in her heart ,
"Why did she do it?" he demand
ed. "We loved each other. If you
could have seen the letters she wrote
me! They were not the letters of a
foolish girL There is something I
can't understand in this. The man
she thinks she loves now is well,
not the sort of man that girl would
He forgot himself in his despair.
He paced the room. Suddenly he