do, so long as the handwriting is the
same as that of the address."
"So you want me to lie and you
mean to lie, too. I never thought
you'd do that,"
He dropped his eyes before the ac
cusation in hers.
"I've got to do it," he answered.
"I want at least peace."
"No!" she cried. "You want more!
You want her to care for you! You
want her to love!"
She was like a fury now when she
seemed to see the man she desired
slipping from her grasp.
"No! No! No!" she reiterated. "Do
you think I will help you to make it
up with her? If I meant to you what
you do to me you wouldn't ask it
You'd be glad this meant the final
break that it gave me to you."
"But just now for her peace of
"What do I care for her 'peace of
mind'? I'm thinking of what you
mean to me."
"So you would rather she should
see your real letter, see what you
wrote, have your name ringing
through the town in a scandal-"
"No! No!r' she broke in. "You
wouldn't dare to do that! You
"You won't do this for me that I
am begging you to do when you
know what it would do for me. I
don't know what I might be driven
She saw the dogged determination
on his face and she went slowly to
"Very well," she said, finding a
sheet of paper, "what shall I write?"
He dictated the note, being care
ful that the date should correspond
with the postmark. When sh had
finished he folded it carefully, put it
in the envelope, and drawing out the
original letter tore it in small bits
and laid them on the table, putting
the letter in his pocket.
When he arrived home to dinner
Lester expected his wife would again
ask hiin to see the letter, for she sel-
dom let go of a riddle until she had
found her answer. But she did not
refer to it In fact, she met him as
though nothing had happened. She
told hun amusing little incidents, and
once, as she got up from the table for
something and was passing his chair,
she laid her hand on his head, strok
ing back his hair caressingly and
murmured: "Dear old boy, you look
For answer he pressed her hand.
He didn't know just what to say. His
conscience made it a trifle embar
rassing for him to spend the evening
alone with his wife, so he suggest
ed they should go to the theater.
John felt so pleased with himself
when they came out that he took her
Lester felt really disappointed
when another day went by without
her alluding to the letter. He meant
to bring it up himself if she did not,
so he could have his little triumph.
But after dinner she said: "John,
dear, I've been thinking what you
said about me nagging."
"Ha!" he thought, "it's coming.
"Maybe you're right," she went on.
"I I didn't know I was nagging. I
didn't know I was. I don't want to.
I vish every time you'd just shake
me. As for that letter I was foolish
about I don't want to see it If
there really is any one you love bet
ter thdh me I won't keep you from
her. I love you that kind of a way,
John I want you to be happy."
"Dear little woman!" he said, tak
ing her in his arms. "There is no
one but you!" 'And he meant it. His
mental comparison of the two wom
en had quite obliterated Phyllis Bert.
"Now," he said, "I want you to read
Her contrition made hinj feel more
ashamed than ever. But he resolved
some day to tell her the truth.
(Copyright, 19174 W. G. Chapman.)
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