Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1890-10-18

Fred Manly, Mattie's husband, IVES
away from home at this time, attend
ing to some business related to the
settlement Of q friends estate. The
man whom he wished 10 500 had re-
moved from Concord TO Middloheld,
the town in which Harry Blythe, alias
Herbert Minturn, lived. 1t chancod
that he stopped Mt the same hotel where
Mr.. Blythe boarded, and in which he
had his bachelor apartments They
formed an acquaintance, as strangers
often will, which resulted in Fred's re-
ceiving an invitation to call at Mr..
Blytho's rooms after business hours, to
smoke cigar and have social chat
During the evening, Mr.. Blythe was
called away for short time. To pass
away the interim OF his absence, Fred
took up an album lying on the table
near him. He was carelessly turning
its pages, when his eyes rested on q
face that was not unknown to him.
There was no installing that face.
Every lineament was familiar to him.
Could it be possible? yes, 1t certainly
was the face OF his own wife. How had
this man become possessed Of Mattie's
picture? At this juncture, Mr.. Blythe
re-entered the room, which prevented
| further conjecture upon this unpleasant
discovery. Noting the album In Fred's
hands, he said:
Il am glad you found something with
which to amuse yourself, while was
out"
II found one picture here that re-
minded me very strongly of o friend"
replied Fred, assuming cool and care
less manner which i'll accorded with his
feelings. ut was this LADY," turning to
Mattie's picture. ''Does she reside in
Middlefield?"
mo" replied Harry; 'it is lady cor
respondent Of NINE"
''ls she married, or single?'
Harry colored visibly, hesitated an
instant, then answered; ITO be frank
with you. Mr.. Manly, don't know. /
answered an advertisement; cores
pondence wanted.
~ must have beed mistaken regard
ing the resemblance to my friend"
Fred replied, carelessly. Then the sub
ject was dropped; but Mr.. Blythe's
cosy apartment and fragrant Havanas
had lost all the charms they 30 lately
possessed for poor Fred. Pleading q
severe headache, he excused himself
and FASTENED to his own room. His
brain was in confused whirl. In the
chaos OF his thoughts, one object alone
stood clear before bis mind: his wife's
picture IN strangers album. Could 1t
be possible, the little wife whom he had
cherished so tenderly all these long
years, was untrue to him? Why! he
would have given his life for her. If
for moment sleep touched his eyelids,
the specter of his woe seemed more
wildly real to him than in his waking
moments. He resolved to hasten his
business, return home at once, and dc
mand an explanation OF the mystery
from Matte.
He arrived just after night-fall.
Quickly vending his way homeward, he
entered the hall unpreceived, and
paused q moment to listen. AS he did
so, he heard voice which he recog-
nized as Mattie's saying: "Madge, Fred's
last letter was mailed at Middlefeld.
What il he should find out about those
letters and the picture?"
Don't be q goose, Matte" said
Madge. "He's stranger in Middle
field. How can he learn any thing In
regard to them?"
He waited for no further disclosures;
for had he not the evidence Of guilt