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V VVVVV V V VV V V V V VVrT V AV v V Of Love Letters Ey WILLIS EMEHY .v t: ? . i- i i i 1'. AVvAAA.VVVvA-VVo- ; ;- v -I- v- "5" - v-i SH c t what It I that mrtkps a ntt.'i:i man fall la love with a certain woman oil i-hiloso-r Ii r vrho Lave dlKirer.tlv r I the Mil-Jcct are as:n.cd. The v !.r ho dots It. the ren.son (!iO'cs ti nt i-nrtscular roman : another. Is so.aethins that no UAaz will cvr know. .1 by t!il authority. I am wlll :!"!aiit that I do not know why ;r;:don chow Muriel Dalian I r.u nfrahl. however, that I do ..!.y Murkl chose him. It was .. v.:.s the greatest matrlmo- 'i in those parts. i ..! ! we cared so much for , w ro urticularly sorry that he : . K-uiuv infatuated with Muriel tyt. Hoally we did not want I , 1 1 r..arry anybody. , A man rarely .tri;afny with pleasurable fecl Il..yevcr, we had become rccon .. the Idea that Arthur jwould i v.nstance II a mil n. who was the best and sweetest women . vr blessed the world by coming l .t It- . ' I'.i t Muriel was a different girl from r :-T.:ue. She was. to be ! frank tU it K. a pretty tinted shell, with JF V. A'fu ! i "WIUT 13 THE HATTEE?! or'y a certain sharp self Interest as t:.- : -."matins principle withla. She h i j.:!ov hair and wide blue eyes v, !. !::!; lashes. They surely wen rt .,r:,;:b!e eyes, possessed of n fasti iu: :..u that. In my own wse ait least, ni:tl never rie atxve the level if ri rf sJty. With CJraden. however n i ; ...itntiil to hypnotism, and I think 1. :: r paw Muriel at all d.r t. I-: lr. ... .f 1 it. vcrst iart of the whole nl7;i!r was the chance that It would Constance HamliVs heart. She I I ; radon, but she was not the sort . tl t tt!l anybody about It. She ! !. r li.'e as she had always lived : rf iiilr and sweetly, and she met I. ti "with a smile and with a web v u hi never they were brought to- .:'. r. . i Muri.-I took her triumph with.a mock ;!.ty worse than any arrogance I e r wn-. The key of the scene was. "II nv ran you love poor little me?" A tid t.h' played It to the gallery. We were expectiu an announcement ef " the ensajretnent n the full conli- .. that the persons concerned had to an understanding whon busl-i.- Kuldenly called tiraden away to Ci. t-a. He was gone about! a fort n;!tt. and Muriel received a fat letter fr'iu him every day. When he came l-atk. he was very much occupied with tidiness atTairs. Muriel during this period called quite rfieu at the oCice of the Graden estate, v !, re ArthTir's room, which had a door i:;-n the street, had long been a ren deztous for all of us. to the barm of hu ptuniary affairs sometimes, I've !! doubt. I One day when Muriel called there !r.idrn was out. and the girl remained fiJ tie in the private room for half an h"ur or more. When tlraden entered. iie was seated before his desk and her handkerchief was pressed against bT eyes, which, as she turned them t nr.ird him. he perceivetl to be red d Tu-d by weeping. j "Murieir be exclaimed, springing r.TuariL -"What Is the matter r She Rung out her handa with n pes ture t!:at means npulslon In aiiy fcood 5-:nxl of el-N'tstloti. Then slie sho.k I" r Uad t-lowlj and sadly, audi having : .'r ri.-rn. the sank back again Into fe-.r chair. - ' "I tr ust cd yon so completelyr she tTiYd i w-as mi sure of you! Craden shook himself, as If to drive way a dream. ' I i iioVt understand. he said-, TL.. yell ow h..lred doll I;4id her hand : i a very small packet of letters fr tit n:i!ch the cvrd was loosened. Up- ti..- t-; there iuvninl to le two let-1-T- V.nt were not In their envelopes. ...! another was open on the table. Yi. i have U'on reading those?" said ir.t..:-n In a peculiar, stralued tone. -Why ii a yoa do Itr Marai was Komewhat alarmed: but. bavin- l etrun a JaIouy sn-ne. she felt thr.t It nitist be played through.! I w.i pi'ng to write a note to yon. he s.ii,L wipirg an imaginary tear f m the rrroT of her l.irc tlueye. "and these things were In the pigeon hole -with the envelopes. Arthur, I can't believe itr Graden took three hasty steps for ward and bent over her shoulder, bis eyes upon the open letter. Then, he walked tdowly to the other Bide of the room and finally sat down upon the arm of a large chair. Ills face must have been a study of grief. . "You read thatr be asked. "Well, what did you think of itr -.She I a silly girl." she said, -but she loves you. Jnst as another silly girl lovca you, because she can't help'IL" She loves me 7 repeated Graden, -Why do you think so 7 Muriel opened her eyes very wide. " "Why do I think so. she demanded. -Listen to this." And she read from the letter: - 'I dj not remember faces readily, and yet I can sec yours whenever I shut my ej-cs. It Is love's best blessing that when one loves one Is never alone again. Distance cannot rob me of you, and I think that neither time nor eter nity can do it, but that Ihall always seo your face whll. this world lasts, and your soul with the eyes of mine forever. I call that pretty sick, added Mu ricL -Who was she? There's no name signed." Graden laid his face upon his arm that rested on the back of the chair, and h-? groaned In agony. Muriel felt that she had scored a point, but she was almost afraid to press her advan tage tori far. -If this had been a matter of long ago," she said. -I wouldn't have cared; but. Arthur, it's been going on since you were engaged to me. This letter is postmarked this very mouth." "Head It." said Graden. and Muriel drew it from the envelope and began: I have been watching the stars to night, as those who love have done in all ages. Tho steadfast quiet of the stars, their constancy In the heavens and their fidelity' ' -Oh, what nonsense!" she exclaimed and then turned again to the letter, whence she read a -considerable pas sage dealing with stars and love in a very fanciful and pretty fashion. "She wasn't much of a girl to write news," said MurleL "I don't see any thing penionaL But. Arthur, 6he loved you. That Is the point. And you gave her tho right to say these things to you." -How do you know that she said them to me?" he asked. -.Vow. Arthur, don't be silly," she re joined. "If you could see your own face at this moment" "You will observe," said he, speaking with great restraint, "that the name has been cut from the envelope In each case. There is nothing to show that they were mine" Now. to state the case truly, Muriel had been Inclined to doubt that the let ters were Graden' s. although she had found them in his desk. Indeed she had hoped that they were, not, for she could have had all th'e advantage of the display of Jealousy Just as well without a real cause, and she was pos itively Hlarmed when his manner con vinced her that the letter-really had been addressed to him. The matter be gin to be serious, and she shivered with anxiety. For the first time dur ing the interview and almost for the first time during their acquaintance she wag sincere when she addressed him nott: "Are these letters from Constance Ilau.Iin?" The Indelicary of the question was a genuine revelation of the girl's nature, ard In n calmer moment ha would ha'e known better than to ask It. Gra itn flared at her, dazed. "I believe they are!" cried MurleL This writing seems familiar." "liead more." said Graden hoarsely. "Head that one which Is on the top of the pile." The affair was getting beyond Mu riel's depth, and she was scared through and through. Yet she read the letter because she couldn't think of anything else to do. It consisted most ly or a pretty and somewhat elaborate picture of that phase of love in which everything brings to the loving heart some hint or memory of the one be- "I CALL THAT r HETTY SICK. loved, so that there seems to be a new and a delicious meaning in the world and In the people who walk la Its ways and In the heavens over It While she was reading aloud Muriel looked as big' as blue china butter plates. "I should like to see any one take ttera away from me! i I read them over and over again before I go to bed. and when the light Is out and I lie there In the dark I say them to myself softly until sleep carries me Into dreamland, but when I wake I am still repeating them.". ' -1 am glad to hear you say so," said Graden. -Now let me tell you about these letters. You are aware that Ar thur Sargent died suddenly about ten days ago. . We were acquaintances, not friends I never liked him and. I was surprised that I should take charge of bis affairs. It was almost the only In telligible thing that Jie said after he was stricken down, and I felt therefore the more strongly moved to undertake tho task. I found those letters among bis papers, and, supposing from their position that they must have some con nection with his affairs, I ventured to glance at one of them. My ' surprise was considerable." . ! ) -You knew the writing? I seem to know it too. And, I Arthur, I never sum HJE LOOKED HZB THROUGH AND THROUGH. thought that they were written to you; never, really, until you looked so guilty, so grief stricken and contrite. You are telling me the truth now, Arthur? You swear it 7 "I have no reason to do otherwise," said he. "I shall return the letters to the writer." S : " "But why are the addresses cut out of the envelopes ?". she asked.- -A device of the late Mr. Sargent, who was not noted for constancy," re plied Graden. "There was a rich wid ow whom he hoped to win, and she sometimes waited la his office, Just as you were waiting In mine, MurieL" -And if she had found the letters with no names on them," said MurieL "he would haye told her that they were not his. Just as you have told me that they are not yours. Arthur, I cannot believe1 this story." I think you ought to tell me who this girl Is, and then I can judge" I He checked her by a pleading, hope less glance and a jweak wave of the bund. . I "I must," said he "I must tell you who she is. I see no way to avoid it. ,1 am amazed that you do not know. You can't be unfamiliar with your cousin's writing." f Muriel turned white. "Annie! My cousin!" she cried and snatched up one of the letters. "Yes; it Is hers. I never saw much of her writing. We didn't write to each oth er. And it Is she Arthur, I can't be lieve this." ! "I knew of it or at least guessed It," said Graden. with returning calmness. "I saw that she was drifting toward Sargent, and I warned her against him before I went west. i "Mr. Sargent?" she cried. j.VDo you still expect me to believe" "Muriel, Muriel,, he Interrupted In the voice of one deadly sick at heart, "do you not see? Do you not remem ber one word? These letters that you have read are all 'stolen. 1 .told you that I was amazed by my first glance at them. Muriel, they are jnine my letters to jou, line for line, almost word for word. She has taken what 1 wrote you when Ijwas in Chicago, all the 'stuff, as you called it; all that I thought was the true word of love, though you said It was 'pretty sick five minutes ago. I don't know wheth er you gave her my letters, to read or whether 6he pried Into them. I haven't had timeto take these silly effusions back to her. But in any case, liking my style of 'stuff,' she has faithfully cop ied it. changing only so much as was necessary to make it read as if writ ten by a woman.! Yes, MurieL that's my love talk to you. The words you have -just read aloud to me are the same that you have been accustomed to read over and over again before go ing to bed and repeat softly to yourself while waiting for slumber to waft you away and repeat again when yon woke In the morning. Ah, Muriel, you must have loved those letters!" Muriel was panic stricken.. Her gold en palace was tumbling about her ears. She was frantic -Arthur," she cried, "they were beau tiful! I did read them! Ah,' how 1 loved them! And 1 do remember! But I was so excited, eo Jealous! 1 remem ber every word. ' How could 1 have been so crazy as not to know this that I have read a thousand times?" Sue snatched up one of the letters from the desk and read at random, and i ii cha lit nnnn "n nf the . . ii ii.i in 1 1 r- Lua Dili . . was luiiihui. " o. rrx, that wpn frniT onmnai of .... 1 ... I. i.ir)!K1jl . Ler as ir uer uiouguis ujusi uU.ult. ,c! Ann!! sin w:is Ftrtviiur after a means breaking vS the scene. Suddenly she flung down the letter and arose, with arms extended. "What do I care for this stuff7 she exclaimed. "1 know you love me. Why do you keep her letters? Burn them, and let ns forget her." -Why do you keep my letters?' asked Graden. -Why do I keep your iettersT cried J M'viel. opening her eyes until they i CLD JAIL FOR SALE r ltrofthe Bo ird of County Cora--.r. I will sell at public j auction, highest bidder on Saturday, 5 er loib, t;o2, the old wooden jail t 4 rm the ijH lot. the fame to be ii'Knr J a -.ay bv the purchaser ia a reaso- ' !t l:ort lime. Term of sale C?h. S!e"u! i-.-t to confirmation br Hoard of I .,rtKV t!.A hd-eanHl me creat suffer County C-rrmis.s!oner. f ic fn- many vears. For a genuine, all- T.S. WRIGHT. Sheriff. around cure tner excel acy thing I ever PEM'r cor a TP I saw" Electric Biters m the orrnse of jL tblAlC. I ,, (hHr w,.rijfoi work in Liver. Ki-iney ewou!J 1-e glad to sell you R1"1!.,,,! jit imab troubles. Don't fail to try iwate on Commission. !.!, Orl. WV Slisfctioa is caar- " I W - U v a fitted bj a IDnHtsta Graden got upon his feet and looked at her. lie looked her through ana through. Then he turned and went out of the office. When he came tack from abroad about a year later, the Ballantynes were no longer In our city. He went humbly to' the house of the girl who lored him and was worthy of him, and Constance told him truly that she was vrr dad had rome back. Hi Life in Peril. "I just sf emei to have goie sll to " A pieces, wruea .-mi , , -a I Tat., "biliousness and a lame back had ma.ieli'e a burden 1 ccuin t eai or A Parson's Noble Act. -I ant all the world to know,' writes F.ev. C. J. Bndlong. of Abaway, R. L, vehAl a. Ihorouchlv rood and reliable medicin I found in Electric Bitters. ,iAn m- ft od. can eat anything, have Thev cured me of jtandice ,and liver . tre ,h ftmj eD;oy bard work." They rive vicoroua health and new isfe to wea. tieklr, rnn-down tec-ple. Try them. 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