The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-07-16
next DOOR NEIGHBORS
By AUGUSTA LAREED

tCopyFight lsoL By American Pres Assoois-
But now let rs return to the luckless
little note Mark Spoford had dropped
over the garden wall When Tom Chill.
ders had conveyed It to his father the
old. man, with his usual suspicious OBJ
stinacy, saw in it all manner Of traps
and pitfalls laid by the enemy. The
maid Mary was called Other members
Of the family also were put through an
inquiStorial examination. Kitty CHANGED
to be out at the moment, and the old
man awaited her return with fretful i'm
patience. he had already dispatched
his letter to Mr.. SpoHord, acting on o
toregone conclusion with his usual i'm.
petuoity Of temper. The moment Kitty
came in from her drive he put the paper
In her hand
Here Is an insulting note Of some
kind, Kitty, that the Spofords have sent
over the garden wall It is q disguised
writing or q cipher. Now I want you
to see II you can make out its meaning. !"
Kitty took the scrap Of paper, her
heart beating with . kind Of guilty con-
sciOusness. Fortunately the broad brim
of her hat shaded her face, and as her
back was partly turned the old man's
suspicious, prying little ferret eyes
failed to see the flush Of sweet and agi.
tated color that swept nm over her
cheek and neck. The paper trembled
slightly in her hand, and what she did
read thereon were these words, in the
well remembered shorthand she had
learned under Marks tuition:
DrAaR-Ilove vou with INV whoie h..r,.
and Il is absolute torture TO be 90 near, YET
never to see you or hear you speak. Why DO
yoG ,s % 'Ssoo AIa S sne rn1ow o9 On - OSL n A,co @
nave a elimpss of your dear face. Your own
un6Ort1nAtS and desperate MARX.
well" said the old man, fussily i'm.
patient, "what do you make of itS'
"How can I make anything Of It,
papa1 Il appears to me to be written In
shorthand"
"Very well, very well," he returned
testify, taking It from her hand. "rll
be bound it's actionable, and viii come
under the head Of malicious annoyance"
BE folded 1t lengthwise and put It care
fully in large red morocco paper case
which be carried In an inside pocket Of
his coat II am going to town tomor-
row, and ! will take this in to Grundy.
my attorney. He keeps Q stenographer.
Mr.. Fish 10 his name"
The thought Of having this precious
bit Of paper placed under the cold, hshy
eye Of old Grundy's stenographer gave
Kitty 0 little Shiver down her spine.
She mnst get Il back at all cost How
could Marx be % rash - to conHde this
precious secret he had never before
breathed into her ear, though she had
always known that he loved her. to such
terrible risksl Mark evidently had grown
reckless, and there was no knowing what
he might do next. Kitty was thoroughly
miserable that evening. She sang her
most dismal songs, and the tones hoated
over to Mark in the Spoford garden,
telling him there was no hope.
In the early evening hours Kitty had
been in attendance on her invalid moth
or, who was still confined to her own
room. A cloud was on Kitty's face,
which the mother eye soon detected.
"Kitty, my dear, something has hap
pened. Has Mr.. Rigs"-
Dear mamma, don't speak of him.
He Is simply ridiculous Do you think
can bring myself to marry q handsome
suit Of clothes, lined with bank notes,
and stuffed out and padded with SELF
conceftr
"Thsn there is some one else. my