The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1894-07-21

took up another folded sheet, opened,
glanced through II. A brief. sad little
note IL was.
MY dear. II ran. "fate has been hard 10 US.
II Is good-by we must say-we who love each
other sol But not good-by forever. We must
keep on believing In each other. and hoping
for ultimate happiness together. II shall sure
ly come Your dosoiate ANNIE"
Harkl There were footsteps-voices
The young wife hastily replaced the
letters, drew back from the desk. The
next instant Harold, accompanied by
policemen and detectives, was In the
room. He went directly 20 Norine.
my love-" he said, what shock
this has given you'll You are white as
. ghost"
She thrust his gentle hand away.
81 am very WELL" she said.
And all the time she was going over
and over in her mind the details OF her
husbands acquaintance with Annie
Hubbard. He had known her from
childhood-long before he met Norine
She recollected his telling her they
had gone TO dancing school together;
but she had never dreamed that he
was In love with Annie. or she with
him. Now she knew that IL was so,
since he treasured her letters, her
picture. She understood why he had
locked his desk. He had married her
for her money loving Annie Hubbard
all the time. That fact was patent
and plain.
All day long she went around like q
mo m Iran
pale, and her lips were rigidly set.
Her changed appearance and demeanor
her husband attributed TO the fright
she had had. And the whole time ono
terrible thought was beating itself In
upon her brain. "You love them both.
You stand in their sunshine. Move out
of i'll"
Toward evening she left tho house,
walked TO a drug store, entered, asked
for n certain powder, at once carcssing
and deadly.
The clerk looked at her curiously.
she fancied, as he gave her the package
and her change.
She went home Harold was out.
She sat down and wrote him q few
lines
You accused mo OF being Jealous" she
wrote II don't think was-I know am.
have read Annie's letters 20 you. II had
dreamed before married you that you cared
for each other would have done then what I
am about TO do now"
1t seemed long time before tho
drug took effect, but at last she felt
the desired sense OF Inconsistencies
creeping upon her.
IL wns almost eleven o'clock when
Harold, who had been on n wild goose
chase after the burglars, reached his
own door. A voice out OF the shadows
spoke TO him.
"Mr. Groves, I've been waiting for
you. I'm Jim Dinand."
"Oh, yes-of course. Wait, and I'll
get this door open"
mol only wish TO speak 20 you a
moment You did me good turn last
year, when was miles deep I'm that
lawsuit, and couldn't pay you. Think
I've done you one now. Your wife
came into my drug store tonight She
didn't know me, but knew her. She
asked for morphine--an amount that
would be fatal dose. She looked
Wild and strange. / gave her n harm
less sedative powder. l may have been
mistaken In regard 10 her evident In
tention. but don't think so"
my God !" murmured Groves.
THANK you, jim" no said then.
| He let himself In, went quietly up
stairs, noiselessly entered the room.
Norine lay asleep; the note she had
written was on small table beside
| the bed. He took up the sheet-read
the few calm, desperate words. Then
he dropped the note on the floor be.
tween the table and the bed. II was
late next morning when Norine lifted
her heavy eyelids.
"Well. you lazy grill" cried dear
familiar voice, "I'm tired waiting
breakfast for you. never knew you
to sleep so late. hear they've caught
our intruders / hopo so-although
they didn't get very much. I suppose
they thought they had n great find
when they broke open the locked boz
which Dave Harding gave me 20 keep
for him, when his folks broke up the
engagement between him and Annie
| nuDDhTu, anu htut nun Out Wcbb. now
ever, in a letter got from him only
this morning, he writes me that the
course OF true love Is running smooth.
iy again, and that he Is coming back
TO marry Annie next month. Make
haste, dear. The chops will be like
leather"
He left the room. She looked wildly
around for her note. picked IL up.
"rhe draught from the window must
have blown IL of the table. Was over
anything so fortunate? but how die
that young druggist happen 70 max,
such . mistaken Obi l have beer
wicked--wicledl Forgive me, deai
God, my jealousy. my rash attempt
both dark sinsl will never agar
doubt your love, nor hist"
And, In tho sweet humility of hei
happiness. sho never did. Kate Cieary
In N. Y. Weekly.
| He nlAnst DAT IL