The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-02-02

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u papes Into ahfods ord threw them from
time IN carrying them awoy.
- nyng p6eceo. what In ths ueEid IN
duced you % do thst7s'
.It was H. hight thing . do. deex. " she
answered. With qnises1ng lips 40 woman
should betray her heart ID 1hat way- II
ever could b tsmpted . forgst pride and
dignity - fooiishly would b obliged 70
any one who would dsssroy IL svidsncs q
my folly"
But suppcsing should ind IL ewner
-sAe person 70 whom Inst paper was -
dressed 20
That isn't likely now. Philip: Of course.
II y0u do lind hum you could tell HAM But,
Philip" looking earnestly at her husband.
III we're yOu would never tel any enc
else. Such things ssew pretty and inter-
esting. but they are moge than dist. They
belong 70 the hearts dsep experience. and
Ne should not bold them lightly - talk Of
and smile AZ No. think the poor girl
sho wrote those impulsivs words would b
glad 70 know they are destroyed Belisvs
me Philip, smiIfng at him gently, women
can judge for women have done what i
right"
Philips answer was his usual one when
Myra looked particularly pretty, - she did
just now.
"You are an angei." he said afterward,
''snd, Of course. you are right; but I'm
thinking Of the mans side, don't you see7
That message belonged to him. whoever.
wherever he is, and would never think Of
stopping It on is way. To my masculine
mind Il seems, don't you know, . little ike
like robbing the mails. =
1T isn't like that at all" said Myra, in
. mildly srgumsntative tone. Il wouldn't
do that myself. And, beside, il the mails
ara going to bring trouble 70 people. they
ought to be robbed-the sooner the better. =
"0h. my dear grit" SAID Philip. laugh
ing.
"well, of coursew rejoined Myra, decid-
edly. But 1t IL 50 hard to make men un-
derstand things - they really are. Phillip"
"Yss. my love-"
II want you to promise me thst you
won't tell any one--any one-about that
scrap Of writing. unless you find the-the
person for whom il vas intended. want
you to promise this for the poor, foolish
woman's sake. Wont you dearest7r
81 promise-for this poor, foolish
woman's sake" said Phillip. looking down
with rapture ct her lifted eyes; and he Was
nearer 70 the truth than he knew.
One bright Sunday morning not long
after this. when there was . cradle in their
house. and in Il little golden head, worth
al the rest Of the gold IN the world, card
was brought to Mrs. Northam. It bore the
name Of w. w. Carroll. She passed it to
her husband with shade Of annoyance on
her face.
.'Ah, this Is your old friend, Carroll,
suppose-the one you have spoken Of so
often 2" be remarked pleasantly.
'Yes. hadn't heard that he was back
from England, though" Myra Was rum
ming brush over her hair, and looking at
her face In the glass - she spoke. ~ won
der II his wife Is with himf But what an
hour to call! 1t can't be half-past nine.''
Lucky We we're up" said Philip, with
smile; "or. rather. thanks to that brigand
In the cradle there. He never seems to en-
joy his sleep until he has robbed as Of ours.
Shant 80 down and receive your friend.
II you don'tfeel quite ready, Myra?"
II am quite ready now, thanks, said
Myra, promptly; land don't leave the
baby, please. TIL Maggie comes mp"
She passed Philip in crossing to the door,
turned back and kissed him, and went
down stairs.
A tall. brown and bearded stranger was
standing in the paElor. looking 1t the door
expectantly IS abs entered, both hands
outheid in friendly welcome.
sWillP
"Myra!n
II am 30 glad"
''Such lovely surprise"
And how have you hcsn7"
81 heard you were married."
And you never wrote"
Who can reproduce the first hurried
words Of greeting after q long separation
Speech and smiles, and lushes and eager
looks mingis inextricably. Everything is
trying TO get said at once. After q mo-
ment or two the mists Of feeling clear lit
tie; IL is much easier to speak. bat not so
imperative.
Myra sat down by her friend on the little
sofa. The welcoming had not quite gone
out OF her face when she said impressively:
"Wll, must ask you something now.
DO you remember that little hallmark l
tuouC yuu OCfOiU yOo W0nS 8W4yg L Dut 10
in your hat myself the night before you
sailed
do | remember? I should think so,
But imagine what happened The very
next morning | lost my hat. 1t was
Knocked of my head and picked up by an
other man.
Yes. I know" said Myra, quickly: ..by
my husband-hy Phillip Northam.s
You don't say so! Your husband And
got his hat in exchange. Ha, hal The
long lost hats. It's about time we should
return them now"
But Myra was not smiling; she sat clasp
ing and nnclasping her hands nervously.
VIII. did You notice-did you examine
my little gift very closely o. she asked with
strange hesitancy. You know fastened
ii in myself
Yes l know. IL was awfully kind Of
you. too felt so sorry to think co uidnt
have kept it,
"And-and you are quite sure you didn't
see anything else with it, Anything ex-
cept the hat mark"
She spoke slowly. searching his face With
her eyes.
Anything elses" he repeated wonder
ingly. What kind OF a thing. for in
stance9 don't understand
She looked at him now with the bright
est smile he had ever seen her wear.
"oh, isn't fate strange. WHIP Isn't il
ssrangc-and goodg II won't let us have
our own way; II snatehes from US the
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