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CHARLOTTE. N. C, SATURDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 14, 1908.
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CHARLOTTE
, Copyright, 1908, by W. G. Chapman.)
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In a modest little brick cottage, on
a quiet side street of one of the larger
cities, lives an elderly gentleman
whom I met through my newspaper
work. Our acquaintance soon ripened
into a close friendship and I have
spent many pleasant evenings with
him in his cozy library smoking and
Miking. The old Gentleman, whom
5 will call Capt. Dickson, his real
name being too well known, had spent
his lif? in the service of his country
the service which upholds the integ
rity of our money and postage stamps
and bonds and securities and safe
guards our public officials. Worn gray
in the service, he had retired, seking
cut this quiet corner in which to
spend his declining years; he had sur
; ounded himself by his books and the
rurious collections of souvenirshe had
gathered in his long service cf detec
jive work for railroad and express
companies and for the national govern
ment. In the first months cf our ac-'
iUiiintance, Capt. Dickson studiously
;; voided talking of his adventures, but
as our friendship ripened he would
lay aside his reserve, and, over a pipe
; ;uu a glass ot rare old sherry, he the carriage. It was evident they were
would spin yarns of the things he had very much in love and small was the
experienced in his long and interesting wonder. The man was a handsome
caver. As nearly as possible, 1 have fellow young, intelligent and every
"ollowed his exact language in recount- inch of him a gentleman; but I took
ing these adventures, neither comment- small notice of him, forgetting his
nig thereon, expurgating, nor editing presence in the marvelous beauty of
thtaj. I the woman. She was slender, graceful
land beautiful. Every movement was
'"I was never a sentimental man," , bewitching. They were lovers, but not
ventured Capt. Dickson one evening, i the kind that arouse amusement and,
settling back in his chair and display- too often, disgust in the minds of the
lug his Kentucky ancestry by hoisting sepectator. They were interesting and
his ieet upon the table, a ctiaracteris- appealed to every spark of sentiment
lie attitude with him when in full re- in one's natur. They were the kind of
pose, "but on one occasion I fear I let lovers the poet had in mind when he
a love affair prevent me from doing said 'all the world loves a lover.' I
ihe full measure of my duty. It is .watched them in rapt fascination, a
not a long story, and I will relate it feeling of tenderness sweping over
-o you may judge for yourself if my me as I compared their blissful com
uftirn was not - for the best. --That panionship.-with-my--ow-r lonely out
t'ikf is balm to my conscience when cast life.
h v ;icks me for this dereliction. t "The boat bore the simple name
A few years ago, as you will re- J Owl, wriught in glittering letters at
member, there was quite a scandal j its bow. I studied it with renewed
over the discovery of a gigantic s win-interest after the charming couple had
die worked on the federal government j gone abroad. It was the pleasure
fhrotigh bogus cigar stamps. The trick j craft of a wealthy man. It bore an
v-as mined by a large cigar factory) air of ease and comfort and culture
hi a certain eastern city. I worked J and affluence from its steel hull, to the
in this case from start to . finish and i dainty pennant flying from its fiag
i" was a pretty feather in the cap of staff. The wharf master told me the
he secret service department. The i boat belonged to a wealthy Chicago
pnnting plant of the counterfeiters j manufacturer, a man whose name was
'v.:s captured, together with all cf I known in financial circles throughout
the operatives, and a large quantity j -the country. For that reason I will
of tax paid stamps for boxes of 50 and j call him Mr. Cameron. He and his
1 0n cigars. The president of the j bride were spending their honeymoon
factory, a highly resepcted banker, was
involved and sent up for -a term of
years along with the other crimi
nals. ' Only one person escaped who was
known to have been connected with
Ik- scheme. This was the engraver
of the plates from which the stamps
vere printed. The engraving was ex
cellently executed and denoted skill
Mid what the artists call 'feeling.'
There is an individuality about the
work of every artist, just as there
's a distinctive quality to every per-
soil's handwriting. Perhaps you have
noticed this in the picture in the
funny papers and in the comic sec
tions of the dalies. One familiar
with these drawings can name the
ntist every time without seeing the
signature. This rule holds good quite
; s much in engraving as in any of
uie other drafting arts
"T 4.1 r? i fi . .
in uie nies or my nnrary are sam-jous
.-"-o w xe u,k ui every .
cer employed by the bureau of en-
graving and printing, as well as of
"very employe" of the large printing
ennipainies which make postage
stamps and bank notes for foreign gov
ernments. These samples are labeled
and filed away with data regarding the
(ngraver and a photograph, if that
is obtainable. The government
has to keep a constant watch upon
these men, for from their ranks come
the most dangerous and troublesome
counterfeiters with whom we have to
contend.
"The bogus cigar stamps were en
larged by photography and compared
with the work of every engraver in
the files, it was evident to the expe
rienced eye that none of these had
turned the trick.
"Among the captured plates was one
which had never been used. It was for
a stamp of small denomination. It was
found in the safe where the other
plates were kept, still oiled and in
closed in the wrapper that had doubt
less been put on it by the engraver
Mien he finished the
job. Plainly
- - - - mv mu liwci . vv ll li tur; v ao
nue that coated the plate, were the ! ." t"-
prims of four fingers and a thumb. an artist-
They were long, tapering, shapely ' "He told men she had made quite a
fingers unquestionably those of- an I success of it . before their marriage,
artist. Here was undisputable proof She had not followed It alone for pas
of the identity of the engraver or j time, but imbued with that spirit of
't the nersnn Avtin hnrl Horl nr, tho rl5 ; in dependence, which is becoming so
after its completion.
"'One cf the members of the gang
had said that this plate had never
been unwrapped, but that it had been
Placed in the safe just as it same
noin the engraver. None of the
prisoners, however, gave the slight
est clew to the identity of that indi
vidual. In fact. it. seemed that nn
uie but the bank president knew who
had made the plates, and while s he
made a complete confession on all
points, he was as mute as
an ovster on this subject.
"Some vears had passed- since the
stamp case was closed, when I accept-
ed an invitation to vist a college mate
in one of the cities which lie on
the
Mississippi river. I was determined
i liorn o vrtct --rwl Tint
'Pn w thP don:.,t,nent know mv
wheareabouts. I did not want to be
disturbed with professional matters
during this vacation. It was a de -
lightful place to visit, a rare old
southern household where every mem -
ber cf the family made the visiter feel
that each was individually honored by
his presence, and I scon forgot my
work, the department, and everything
connected with it, in the real pleas
ure of my vacation. ,
"One afternoon I strolled down to
the river front to watch the negro
roust ers unload the rampart cf cotton
bales from a big river packet. A pret
ty houseboat was tied up near by, and
while I smoked contentedly, seated
on a recumbent bale cf, cotton, a car
riage drove down the steep, rock-faced
surface of the levee and stopped at
the gang-plank, scarcely 20 feet ' from
my position.
"A man and woman alighted from
on the boat, making a cruise down the
Mississippi and around the cost to
his winter home on the gulf. They
ftad stopped over at this point to visit
with friends.
"That very night I met the couple
at a reception given by my chum's
sister. Although receptions, as a rule,
are a weariness of the flesh to me I
frankly enjoyed this one. I was honest
enough to admit to myself the reason.
I had spent a great portion of the
evening chatting with Mrs. Cameron.
She was a talented' woman and as en-
gaging in her conversation as in her
appearance, which is saying a gooci
deal for her conversation. She and
her husband invited me to vist them
on the nouse-boat, an invitation which
I accepted the very next afternoon,
for they had quite captivated me.
"They had been married only two
months, and there was that ingenu-
Dianner about them, so charming
in the newly married if not overdone,
.rVl t WQO flrntin- iinc.e in
The boat was a floating: palace in
miniature, and yet there was the home
Ltmcspherc about it. I have always
been an admirer of the artistic, and
the interior of the cabin was in per
fect taste. The walls were hung with
rare painting and original drawings
cf the best artists. Mrs. Cameron,
I learned, was an artist herself, and
' she pointed out to me several of her
pictures all of which denoted a high
degree of skill.
"Our friendship progressed with
amazing swiftness and before many
days I was on a footing of charming
intimacy with the owners of the house
boat. Never did I enjoy a friendship
more, and I spent many pleasant hours
with Mr. and Mi's. Cameron. One after
noon Mrs. Cameron was making fudges
in the dainty kitchen, whiph, opened,
through a butler's pantry,' into the
rear cabin where Cameron and I were
playing seven-up on the dining-room
table. Tiring of the game, Cameron
brought out a decanter of wine, and,
as we sipped at our glasses and blew
smoke wreaths toward the ceiling, he
, - . . . ,
general among our American women,
she had wished to demonstrate that,
'other
with her own hands, she could make a it one ot tne best engarvings I have
living independent of the resources ever seen. It was. the last commer
she possessed. She had branched ciaL assignment my wife accepted
out in commercial work, he said, and before she ; gave up her career
had made q'uite a snug sum in this as an artist.' I was a bit jealous
waJ-. , . , of it, for she labored over it with all
"He left me for' a moment and re- ardor that entirely shut me out
'turned with a portfolio of drawings
I which he spread upon the table and
displayed with apparent pride. The
first picture in the collection was
! copy cf the White House portrait of
President Washington, done in uen
and ink. As I looked at the intricate
network of lines something about it
semed familiar, seemed to suggest
a picture I had seen somewhere, and
T errnl inis-orl it plnt-lv ;i i-:ic,no qhh
. station of 'uneasiness dawning in mv
mind. There were a number cf pen j
sketches of heads a n l figures and j
. landscapes, a tew pastels and water
' colors, and, towards the back of the
1 portfolio I came upoii seme samples
of commerical work letter heads,
cards, pamphlets covers, and the like
and. to my utter amazement, a deli-
cate piece of steel emrarvir.g, a coupon
for a breakfast food company, in one
corner of which was a bust cf the God -
dess cf Liberty which immediately
suggested the head of Henry Clay on
the counterfeit cigar stamps used by
the factory in the eastern city.
"Every instinct of my-professional
training was aroused. My hand shcok
so perceptibly I had to rest it upon
the table to avoid attracting Cam
eron s attention. A strong suspicion
thin-,
oughly ashamed, and I cursed my in -
Qnjhe:paej?
sistent professional instinct and the
base suspecions it was always arous
ing. I was disgusted with myself for
doubting these new-made friends who
had given me so generous a hospital
ity. Yet I could not master the dis
trust that had seized me. There
could, cf course, be no connection be
tween the engraving which I still held
in my hand, and the bogus cigar
stamps, and yet my instinct urged that
there was. I sat for a moment in a
trance as the incidents of the cigar
stamp case surged through my mind.
Forgetting Cameron and my surround
ings, I recalled every dot and line and
curve of the gigantic enlargement of
the false tax:naid stamp.
"1 was brought back to earth with a
start.
" 'You seem to admire that piece of
work,' interposed Cameron. 'I think
of her world, although I was about
her studio a good deal in those days,
She gave up her work all of a sudden
and went abroad, where she remained j A glance at the twp side by side was
until her return for our marriage. I ! sufficient. The same hand had made
believe my jealously of the time she j both. I was staggered, sick at heart,
gave to it had something to do with j rnd disgusted with the world and life
her decision, although she has never and people, move especially with my
admitted that to me.' seif. ,
"I cculd not help asking when his
wife had abandoned her artistic work. "Mv first impulse was to make a
He sai l it had been three years since, j clean breast of it all to the chief, but,
I returned the engraving to the port-1 011 second thought, I decided not to
folio and X'ameron restored it to the ( so until I had made an investiga-
j cabinet where it was kept. I couldn't ; 1 !on- on mJr own account. I secured a
I entirely recover my equllibrum. The!leava of absence and went to the city
incident had upset me completely and! where the cigar stamp fraud had been
jl cculd net shako off the suspecion perpetrated. Here I learned 'much
(which had come to me upon seeing the' 'hat disconcerted me. Mrs. Cameron,
engraving. 1 ieit nue a criminal, wiiose inaiaen name i naci not neard,
heartily ashamed cf my doubts, but ijhad live:! there and had had her
could not get rid ot them. i studio there. The banker's trust
"Mrs. Cameron came into the room
at this point, her face full of rich
color. She had finished her fudge-
i .1 -.-. n t ,i i i i -. i
ai'naKII1 uusuana ana
j"' Yh,TT T v
weiu ;1:t, C,Y w ,ere' on a
I "ainty Table tne plates of candy were
1 cooling . 1 torgot my misgivings m
I U1V Ul 11 , " , 11 s- lUi!..
exniune.i oei ner nanaiworic. sne
.was more charming than ever in the
! simple house gown she wore, her face
pink witn tne nenomg over .the stove.
1 thought 1 had never seen so beau
tiful a woman, if she had net been
married I am sure I would have fallen
in. love with her. I admired her ex-
iravagaiuiv . i um not love ner, lor
J have n,eV(7 '?en a man who ccilla
i lcvo anotner s v. ite.
I "This was to be our last, evening
j. j 1 1 . . , T ,5 1-1 j. 1 1 r-
j with them. On the morrow I was to
1 return to Washington and the house -
boat, Owl, was to resume its journey j
down the Mississippi. My vacation
was at an end.
i "Cameron stepped into the cabin to
get a fresh cigar and Mrs. Cameron
went into the kitchen about the same
time, leaving mo alone out on the deck
by the table with the candy. Under-
neath the plates, to protect the able-
tmi were spveral sheets cf newsnaner.
1 My' glance fell upon these papers and
my eyes became rivited upon the cor-
upr nearest tn me. On the margin of
the topmost paper were the prints of
four fingers and a thumb, made with
the butter with which, the plates had
bfcen gieased betcre the candy was
poured into them. They were long,
tapering, shapely fingers, unquestion
ably those of an artist.
"The training of years asserted it -
self. I tore away the corner of the pa
per with the finger prints upon it and
slipped it into1 my pocket. I could
no more help doing this than water
can help flowing down hill, for the
prints seemed a duplicate of those I
so well remembered upon the wrapper
of the unused plate we had captured
in the' cigar stamp case. I was dis
gusted with myself, but instinct is
stronger than will sometimes, and this
was such a case.
"1 left the boat as soon as I could
conveniently get away. The desire
was strong upon me to destory the pa
per which nestled guiltily and accus
ingly in my side pocket, but I could
not. .
"On my return to Washington I
secured the wrapper with the finger
prints and com; fared them with the
grease marks on the bit of newspaper.
WERE TTE PPriTS
company had been her guardian, the
executor of her father's will. She
had lived in a stately old mansion, near
the heme of the bank president, with a
maiden aunt. The aunt had died
while the niece was abroad, and I
found that the time of the departure
of the niece had been consonant with
the exposure and arrest of the coun
terfeiters. "There was no doubt that Mrs. Cam
eron had executed the plates from
which the bogus cigar stamps had
been printed. Whatever she had known
the criminality of her act 1 have never
learned. I have always hoped that she
did net, and finally I have come to be
lieve it. What representation the
banker made to her when he had her
execute the plates will never oe
known. He died in prison of heart
'failure just about the
time I made
, these discoveries.
i "This is the only time I have ever
broken faith with the service. I could
not deliver Mrs. Cameron to the mer
ciless law courts, guilty or innocent.
My sentimentality would not lQt me.
t It may have been wrong, but I have
never regretted my action in . this
case. If it were to do over again I
should follow the same course. What
do you think of it? What would you
have dene under the circumstances'?
(Next week Capt. Dickson will
late the story of "The Clew of
1 Liquor Bottle.")
re
the According to gossip in Republican
circles Whitelaw Reid, ambassador to
Great Britain, entertains a desire to
1 j,ecome seCretarv of state in President
Taft's cabinet. His mends say inai
he aspires to this place as the rounding
up of his careed. On the other hand,
Mr. Root, it is said, wants to remain
at the head of the state department
for another year or two as he desires to
carry through certain policies with re
gard to Latin America that he has
been working out.
The fellow who borrows money
should be compelled to take a course
in memory training. .
Nell "Maude is the most change
able girl I know." Belle "Yes; she
never even wears the same com
plexion twice."
Sillicus "Only a fool will make
the same mistake twice. Cynicus
"Well, judging from the number of
world must be full of fools,"
of Hearts I
Savannah News.
Twenty or more years ago, when the
tide of political batle had turned favor
ably for the democracy and there was
swept into the White House the first
friend of the late Confederate States
that had been there for well-nigh three
decades, not . a fewr Southerners, for
partisan activity, were rewarded with
government positions- in Washington.
Among the number were two young
men one irom Carolina.' the other
from Texa.s between whoni a fast
friendship sprang up as the result of a
chancee acquaintance, formed . enrout
to the National capital. Neither had
ever visited Washington, hence their
knowledge of the city was necessarily
limited. Nothing was more natural,
therefore, than that they should agree
to seek lodgings at the same place,
temporarily, at least.
A modest but respectable hotel had
been recommended to the Texan, at
which they were for some days comfor
tably established. Fire came along one
night, however; the hotel was gutted
and the young men had to find quar
ters elsewhere. 'At. a loss to know
whither to go, they sought the aid of
the congressman who represented the
home district of the Carollan. Hisi
assistance was readily given. Of I
course he knew where they could be1
accommodated; indeed, the family
with whim he was staying in the Nor
thwest would be pleased he doubted
not to take the young rnen in.
The place was some distance out,
but not inconvenient to the govern
ment offices. The house was large,
roomy, well furnished and withal a de
sirable home, in most respects. It had
been built by a retired Southern plan
ter of the Calhoun-Webster-Clay era,
who. having disposed of his immense
holdings of slaves and plantations,
had come to Washington to spend his
declining days in feast and luxury and
to be near the scene of the momentous
political discussions, which were then
well-nigh the all-absorbing topic of
public interest.
During the war the place had pass
ed into the hands of a Scotchman, a
somewhat mysterious man, about
whose past and present life little was
known. 'For years he had ben the sole
occupant of the house, but after consid
erable importunity had reluctantly
agreed to lease the three floors above
ground to the present defendants," re
taining the basement for himself. The
house had recently been repaired with
in and was now attractive enough in
side ; but for some reason, singular and
unexplained, the Scotchman had, re
fused absolutely to allow any improve
ments to be made to the exterior of the
buildings or the grounds, declining
even to discuss the matter.
Furthermore, there was one room in
the building which, he announced;
must be litle altered. This room, on
the rear of the third floor, might be
used, but he insisted that no changes
be made therein turther tnan neces
sary to make it habitable. The room,
the congressman added, was immedi
ately to the rear of the one he himself
ccupied, and he thought it the only un
occupied room in the house. If the
young men hestltated to use the room
because, of, the Scotchman's singular
solicitude concerning it, they need not,
cf course, do so, even if it were offer-1
ed them.
The young men had litle trouble in
locating the place, but both were sur
prised to find the house and grounds '
even more desolate and foreboding
than they had surprised. The iron
gate groaned wearily on its rusty
hingse, the lawn (if such it could be
called)' was unkept and covered with
dead leaves and dying grass, a marble
statue had fallen from its base and lay
half hidden in the tangled mass of rot
ting herbage, here and there an old
fashioned flower, growing wild, strug
gled for existence among the weeds
and briars and the shrubbery had long
since failed to bear evidence of kindly
care; the house, a massive brick pile,
was old, weatherbeaten,. univiting in
the extreme, and looked as if no hu;
man .foot had crosed its threshold for
ages "o'er all there hung the shadow
of a fear."
Once within, however, the transfor
mation from the gloomy outward ap
pearance of the place was in such mar
ked contrast to the cheerjT, hospitable
surroundings that all thought of the
former was forgot. Only one room,
they were told, was at the disposal of
the landlady, a rear room on the third
floor; and ske would be pleased to al
low the young men to use it, since they
were recommended by her distinguish
ed guest. Did they care to se. the
room? Yes. There was nothing ob
jectionable about it as both agreed
thorugh perniture was of an antiqua
ted, out-of-date pattern. In one corner
there stood a small table covered with
green cloth, that appeared to have
been roughly used. Across the top
the table bore a number of stains, the
peculiar brownish color of which sug
gested human blood; and on opposite
sides of the wall there hung the por
traits of two young men, each of strik-.
ing appearance, but of a distinctly dif
ferent type, who seemed to be looKmg
fixedly at each other. In other respects
the room was not unlike many others
the young men had seen, and instead
of being displeased because of its some
what quaint and indeed outre appear
ance, each said that he would move in
the following day.
All efforts of the Texan to calm the
Carolinian were unavailing and the lat
ter arose and turned on' the light, but
not before receiving the positive as
surance that the Texan had not been
out of bed since retiring. The light
revealed the fact to both that in some
mysterious, unaccountable' way the
small, green covered table had been
shifted from its accustomed, place in
Bloody Ace
the corner to the center of the room,
and that underneath it on the floor lay
a blood-soaked ace of hearts.
No beseeching would induce the Car-.
olinian to reveal the nature of his
dream but he promised his friend to
relate the whole of it the following,
morning. The promise was fulfilled
when they were joined at the break
fast table by the congressman, to
whom was shown the blood-besmeared
ace of hearts as evidence of the Caro
linian's uncanny experience. That af
ternoon both young men moved out,
the Carolinian, at least, 'firm in the
conviction that the place was haunted. .
To this day he has in his possession
that weired ace of hearts.
Coincident with the departure of the -young
men, a message was received by
the congressman, stating that the
Scotchman was ill and wished to see
him. The request was readily com
plied with, the visit to the old man's
bedroom disclosing the fact that he
was indeed very ill. Here is the story
he related as the reason for requesting
to see the congressman:
"As you know, I am an old man. For
the last ten days I have been sick, and
I am now so weak and emaciated that
I do not hope ever again to arise from.
this bed. I have little strength left,
and, realizing that it perhaps is but a
matter of hours for me on this earth,
I can no longer bear the thought of
pasing out into the great beyond with
out teling some one of the awful life I
have lived for the last twenty-five
years. But let me begin the recital
Scotchman by birth and lived on my
father's estate near Glasgow until my
with my young manhood. I am a
twenty-fifth year. In spite of the care
ful home training which I received in
my youthful days, I grew up to be a
wild, dissipated young man, and was
fast bringing disgrace upon my hon
ored parents when, one day, my fa
ther proposed to me that I go to
America and there make my home,
thinking the change would make me
the man he had so hoped for. The
proposition was agreeable to me, es
pecially after I learned that it was
also the purpose of a boyhood friend
to emigrate to America.
"We sailed together, each of us hav
ing considerable money, and finally
drifted to Washington. Shortly after
the outbreak of the great civil war
I bought this home intending to return
later to my native; land and bring
back with me the giri who could never
discover in me the faults so many oth
ers found. But I could not shake off
my inordinate passion for gambling
the thing took complete, posession of
me. As the climax to this irresisti
ble desire for the game I invited the
friend of my boyhood days to spend
the night with me, with the purpose
of inveigling him into a card game.
He cared little for cards, but agreed
to play to please me. I lost steadily
for hours, the stakes meanwhile
mounting higher and higher. Finally
I risked my all one one lone hand;
every dollar I had in the world was
thrown in the balance, and I lost.
The thought of - the utter ruin which
stared me in the face cotapletely over
come and crazed me, "and drawing
from my pocket dagger I drove it to
the hilt in the heart of my friend. The
blood spurted out over the table, and
cards, and he sank to the floor and
died without a groan.
"Realizing the awful crime I had
committed and the necessity to dis
pose of the body to save myself; I
dragged it downstairs from the rear
room of the third floor, where we had
played, to this very room and "bur
ied it under the floor. Not one night
in all the long years since I committed
the horrible crime have I failed to
sleep in this room, within a few feet
of the body of my murdered friend.
Last night, realizing that my strength
was fast leaving me, and unable to
withstand the irrepresible desire once
more to visit the scene of my crime,
I stole silently upstairs to that fated
room. Upon discovering that the room
was occupied, I left it as quickly as
my feeble strength would permit, but
dropped to the floor an ace of
hearts, besmeared with the life blood
of my friend.
"No one can imagine the horror
haunted life I have lived since that
night more than twenty years ago.
Now, I beg of you not to repeat the
story of my crime until "
The stricken man had sunk back on
his pillow unable to say more. Within
twenty-four hours' dissolution had
come and his soul had passed out into
the great beyond, there to be tried
for the crime before a greater Judge
than he had evaded on earth.
She Meant Well.
New York Press.
At the sociable: . .
Mrs. Hoplight That's awful pret
ty stuff in your gown.
Miss ' Granger -I liked, it when I
bought it. ' ' ; ,
"Does it wear Well?" " - '
"Very well."
"They sell so much flimsy stuff
nowadays; downright swindling. I
think. Anna, my dear, that-last gown
yeu sent me wore like sheet iran, but
them white aprons wasn't worth the
thread it took to make them; went a -to
holes the first washing."
. "That was too baa, for I made them
myself."
"You did? Never mind, dear, I know
you meant well, and I'll just take tne
will for its valler, k the plaguey things
did give out.
"You're such a wretched writer It's
a wonder you wouldn't get - a type
writing machine."
"I would only that' would shov
what a miserable speller I am.'"
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