The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-01-10

her what he had told Name: so they went.
Jim's face frightened when he saw the
girls, and Daisy looked fairly radiant. As
he helped her on her favorite piebaId. jim
whispered 10 Daisy with pressure Of the
hand, You're lookin' ont o. sight tonight,
Daise."
As the girls were preparing to go home
Jim made an errand TO the part OF the hall
where they stood. Name was helping
Daisy on with her cape, and Jim funbled
moment with their NUTS which Law on
one OF the chairs: then he hurried back to
his work.
When Name thrust her hand in her rnuff
she ieit folded paper. and the contact
made her heart jump and sent q little
thrill TO her finger-ends. She was wild
with excitement and JOY. Jim had put q
note there for her-for her. At the gate
she threw her arms about Daisy's neck.
Good night, DaIse, dear" she said. giving
her hug, and, say. put on your best
toys and tomorrow wen go to the mat. in
the afternoon. The forelady said We could
get OF, sure. It's my treat, mind" and
Name hurried on with Dick.
She went upstairs two steps at q time.
and she put the little kerosene lamp on
her bureau and threw herself into a chair.
still in her outdoor wraps. With eager
fingers she unrolled the sheet of paper and
read: Dear Daise"-then the room began
TO whiri and everything got black and
When the room became clear to her
again she saw the note-Daisy's note-in
her lap. There was wild light in her
eyes as she took it up and read itto the
end Jim had evidently expected to see
Daisy sooner than he had done. for the
note bore date several days old:
Dear Datss: have question TO ask you and
You can CESS what Il is, / never loved no other
Girl and never asked no Girl 70 Marry me be-
fore Iou know don't get DO time TO see you
for haf 70 stay here till the Iites is ali out.
Anser, so If you viii ware a blue ribbon at yoTIr
throte tomorrow mite / can know whet her thare
Is any Use of me living. Yours forever, JIM.
1t was all rather hasty, to be sure. but
that was the way they did counting in
Names set.
were deep lines about her tightly closed
mouth. There was an expression of per-
feet despair In her eyes, but they were dry
and fearless. From her drawer she took
box Of paper and envelopes; then she
sat down on the door and wrote, balancing
her writing on her lap.
1t was slow work. Name was not used
TO writing, and the pen sputtered and the
ink was pale. When she had finished she
folded the other note-Daisy's note-in-
side her own, and sealed il and slammed il
and addressed the envelope; then sha
stole softly out of the house, bareheaded.
and dropped it into the post-box on the
corner.
When she came back she undressed.
Slowly and deliberately she put the little
room In order, and even crossed the door
10 pick raveling of thread from the
carpet.
Then she went to the little shelf over
her washstand and took down a small
bottle of some brown stuff. 1t was lauda-
mum, and Name sometimes took il for
neuralgia. She did not measure out the
drops this time. She poured all the
liquid into a medicine glass and swat
lowed II quickly; then she went to bed.
They found her in the morning quite
dead. There was a strong odor of lauda :