The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-09-11
CHAPTER XVIII.
A CLEw.


The letter which Lola had sent back
TO her husband to explain her flight
was TO him quite unintelligible, and
the more he read it the less could he
understand her motives in writing it,
My DEAREsT-Would TO God that l could
still put husband But, my dearest ever and
always and everywhere, what will you say,
what will you think when you read this and
know that we are never more 10 meet on this
earthf As l write you have Just Left me.
Your kisses are still burning on my lips, your
loss warming my desolate heart, your touch
lingering on my face and my hair, your truth
Keeping me strong in resolve 70 right yoa
your words of love singing in my ears But
that was our last cai'css Now our love Is
nothing but memosy, pnd this act Of mine
may even blot out yours. You will never see
me again, Jatray and / pray you never to
seek me. Between Us there is n bar that moth
ing can break down, and though am not al
together guilty toward you, am not altogcth-
or innocent. / would sooner have died than
have done this. IL would have been 50 easy
Just to die IN your arms, but ! could not take
my shane away with me, and / think / have
Gene what al'ac can cure some part of the
evil that have wrought / cannot tell you
what II Is. / pay you may never know. To-
day when lay IN your AIMS / nearly told you
all, nearly opened the food gates Of all the
sorrow and tho pain and tlc distIacting trCu-
bic. and just let IL all COuc cut, lat some
thing happened, word yen ,aid or u tone
Thought l heard, and l stopped and all was
blackr'-- ana gloom again. There is no way
but this and no end for ne but death, though
that may not be yet One thing / aslx-try
not 10 think III OF me. Mover believe / have
not loved you with NY whole heart Never
doubt that IN any Wild stories which may
ever reach you Gthor as TO the past or the fti.
turc II am driven % what may lool, like
evil and WI, ny and crime, remember IL Is only
Tor your sake ana lt,iusc there is no other
way. And row .oCaly, goodbyl l can hard.
ly write for Tic toaI- which ,cald my eyes.
All, ne! The last word ] shall ever say TO
you! Think, Jafiray, the last world Ny heart
Is a, broken as my life. But / must sag it
eoouiy. LOLA.
The writing of the last few lines of
the letter was bleared and blotted and
irregular where Lola had not been able
70 keep her tears from running on to
the paper or 10 hold her hand steady as
she had penned the words.
Sir Jaffray's eyes were dim enough
as he read the letter and tried to find
some reason for what had been done.
What could it mean?
The letter was the plant of broken
heart, and every word and syllable of it
spoke to the love with which Lola loved
him.
And yet she had left him.
be sat alone battling with the prob
lem for a time and trying to think what
was best to do, and when he could see
no CLEAN Of light he went out to 90 TO
his mothers loom, carrying the letter
III his hand.
As he was crossing the hall il &C.
Cured 10 him that he must give some
reason to the servants for Lola's absence,
and, ringing for her maid, he said that
she had been detained at LEICESTER Court
and would not be home.
Then Mrs. De Witt, hearing him,
came out of the drawing room.
Do you know | m all alone, Magog?'
she said III bantering voice, and then,
changing her tone at sight Of his face,
she asked: What is the matter? What
has happened:"
Nothing is the matter in which you
can help, thank you, he answered de-
hberately Il ann sorry you are alone,
but Lola has been kept at LeycC stcr
Court and will not be home tonight. /
am probably going over there uy self
Will you wait for few minutes in the
drawing room and will see you prCs-
ently?"
There was something in his manner
which shook all the friyolity out of Mrs.
DE Witt, aud without word she went
back into the room, feeling grave aud
troubled.
Then Sir Jaffray went on to his
mothers room.
Mother there is trouble. Help me