Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-10-18

brought to the door an elaborate
document, in a stiff thick envelope,
and big bunch OF Parma .Yiolets
and daphne blossoms, Jack began to
rage Garry had gone on to Boston,
to make some arrangements with the
editor of juvenile paper there; so
be put the letter aside and the flowers
in water, and went next day 70 his
Office with set lips and a pale face.
At night he returned to the lonely
rooms, and, from sheer loneliness, sat
down to write letter to his brother
in San Francisco. AS he lifted the
pen from his desk to reach forward
to The inkstand, the gold pen dropped
from the holder and fell into the
wastebaskes, close by. Garry had
left in hurry and forgotten 70 empty
this collection of scraps and the pen
slipped out Of sight at once, Jack
hunted among the rustling papers,
but at last had to pail them all out,
one by one aud was half way TO the
bottom when a torn sheet OF delicate
note-parer met his eye, aud on its
surface, in the square, purple print
of the type writer, these words !:
Dear, darling Hen Another and
still another torn piece of the same
paper held the same words in diff
erent sequence Dear Hen-Dearest
Hen, dear Hen-Ien P.-Hen Pl
Jack sat transfxed. 1t did not
occur to HIM that the nickname was
strange for lady to use. That was
trihe. But this! This was con
frmation strong as holy writ +!
Poor Jack The fires were let
loose upon him. Jealousy is cruel
as the grave To have laid Garry
in her grave would have been nothing
q fhais He could not sleep. He
walked the ro8fR till dawn; then
mechanically kindled tue fire 'a@s4E@e!sslh'
and went down town 0 breakfast
and to work. But breakfast was a
myth and work mechanical. When
he reached home at'night, he looked
like a man about to die. lie opened
the door with his key. A flood Of
light, of warmth, Of perfume burst
on his chilled senses, and Carry
threw hersely into his arms.
He held her off sternly. His face
never relaxed a muscle.
Jack Jack. What does all You?
Are you sick? Oh Jack, dear! Do
speak
But he only took her hand in his
rand led her to the table, opened a
little card drawer, where he had laid
these damning proofs away, spread
them before her, and pointed to them
with one rigid finger, like the hero
of a dreadful melodfama. Look
there = he said.
Garry starred blankly, first at the
papers and then at him. A wild
fear entered her eyes. She thought
him suddenly insane.
Jack grew impatient. lie moved
that index finger over the words'Dear
Hen
Woman Who is hep
Carry's face changed again. She
drew her hand from Jacks grasp,
threw herself into chair, and shrek
ed with laughter. She laughed beyond
all power Of speech, and her
husband stood glazing at her in
amazement.
sOh,Jack! she gasped, as soon as
her breath served. 'Oh dear Oh!
And then she laughed again, till the
tears streamed down both cheeks,
wait a minute oh till | can
stop-oh, Jack J
lie sat down in another chair, with
an expression of agonized patience
that seemed to inspire his wife with
fresh bursts of laughter. But at last
she found breath to speak.
ooh Jack what blessed old idiot
YOU are. Here read that! and she
pushed over to him across the corner
of the table the same mysterious
document he had taken from the
letter.box two days before. But it
was open now, and showed two let
tiers. one of which was unfolaed and
brief enough, and ran thus
DEAR Mrs. Penn: She has ac-
cepted me at last! | am the hap
piest fellow in America, and | send
a few Of your favorite flowers, to eel
citrate the day. Wish me JOY For
| know you rejoice.
Yours faithfully III. I, Platt.
'My dear old boy said the still
shaking Garry, as she crept on to
jacks knee and laid her head on his
shoulder. 4 began to write letter
to Helen the other day, on the type
writer, and some how the thing got
out Of order and refused to 60. 1
could not make it slip from g to at
all. Every time tried to write
Helen, all | could get was Hen If
you look at those awful documents,
YOU will see the e in every Hen, is
blurred. | thought it might be the
fault Of the |, and as I knew all about
this love affair, and have for months,
| naturally tried my Platt;' but it
went well enough there. ] meant to
ask you to sec the machine; but you
know The Playtime people sent for
me to come that day. and | for or
got it, -
in on exhausted tone. Il ain Jealous
fool. Can you forgive me 2 And
here he turned white and laid his
head back in the chair, for the man
had neither eaten nor slept in twenty
four hours. ia ro,.g
4 always said bookkeepers were
stupid as owls, you know, Jack. But
you are worse than an owl. Come
and get your dinner. sir! / can for
give you everything but supposltng !
could be SO shockingly i'll bred as TO
cali any man Hem
Jack gave a feeble little laugh and
went todinner like . lamb. He has
never been Jealous since F; but yet
Garry never quite trusts him.
she takes remarkable care Of the
scrap basket. and has studied the
typewriter so thoroughly that she
can keep it in order herself.
1T is a great help, jack she SAID