The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-06-25

up and flung aside. The other was from
Jeanette Lawrence With strange feel.
ings tremblingly opened it and read:
| DEAREST HARoLD-It was sensible and GOO
| of you To follow the advice of DR.. Shipper. .
| address this to your city home, not knowing
whittier you have gone, but i suppose il Will
be- forwarded. pray that you may soon be
| fully yourself and will drive all the queer
| fancies from your head. am sure that such
| viii be- the case Mother and l are well, and
! she sends her love and best wishes. but we are
| taking no more carriage rides in Central parh
III you feel like writing few lines to me,
| need not tell you how gratefully they will b.
received. But follow the counsel of the doctor.
and believe me, as ever, yours, JEANETTE.
After holding this in my hand for
some minutes, studying the beautifully
formed characters and tracing the sweet
sentiments, l took up my pen to answer.
But what should l say? What was
there for me to sayp l could not at
tempt to undeceive her, for she would
accept the effort as another proof of my
distressing delusion and probably insist
that l should see the physician without
delay.
If l should write as Harold would
have written, breathing love and devo-
ton, it would be still more cruel decep-
ton ON my part and pile up sin against
the day of reckoning which / felt was
close at hand.
Not to reply to the tender conmuni.
cation would be cold and neglectful.
But that was easier to bear than either
Of the other courses. The time would
come when she would respect my mo-
tive.
And, whatever the outcome, she
shall yield me that respect, for was man
ever placed in a more trying situation
than II"
And so the missive was tenderly fold
ed up and placed in my pocket along
side the package of money. / could not
tell why l preserved it with so much
care, but it was more precious in my
eyes than the ten bills of large denomi.
nation nesting close beside the letter
of one of the best and fairest of women.
The early evening mail brought a
missive. forwarded from New York,
which was of the most annoying nature
1t was from Harold Westcott, or, as he
insisted upon signing himself, "H. o.
Walcott," and was written from Paris
1t merely said that he had just reached
that city, but would not remain more
than two or three days, and warned ME
not to send him any mail or telegram,
as neither would find him. "In fact"
he added, 81 am on the wing, and until
you receive definite instructions from
me consider yours truly as non est. "
"Confound himl' muttered. "How
long is this farce to go on? If he would
name point where he could be reached
by telegraph, / would have him start at
once for home. But am convinced that
Harold is coward. He is certain that
this counterfeiting business means the
most serious trouble for him, and he in
tends not only to keep beyond reach,
but beyond all communication, until
assured that it has blown over. 1t will
serve him right if he suffers some men,
tai distress because of his poltroonery.
But, all the same, would like to tele-
graph him that not shadow of peril
remains, and l hope to do so tomorrow
morning.
He must be Oh the hunt for Miss
Lawrence Not suspecting that she has
left for America, he has failed to take
the course which would tell him the
truth. But that cannot be kept back |
much longer. Probably by this time he |
has made the discovery and is on his !
way to Liverpool, or perhaps has started |
across the ocean. +"
My speculations and musings might |
run on forever in this fashion without |
any definite result, but it was now night,
and my energies must be given in an
other direction.
Pallsade avenue is the name of the
road which runs due east for two miles |
from Englewood to the magnificent
bluffs OF the Hudson. Most of the way /
is a tiresome climb, the latter portion
being beautiful level stretch, which
is favorite wheelway for parties, some
Of whom cross from the upper portion
Of New York. Handsome residences line
the highway for some distance from the
young city, beyond which the woods
come down to the road on both sides.
Although from what l had learned
the neighborhood was familiar to Har.
old, it was little known to me. Fortu-
nately on the first Sunday afternoon
spent in Englewood I took the walk to
the river and thus gained a general
OF the route, which now stood
me well.
The night was cool, with a gentle
breeze and few clouds in the sky.
which, drifting across the face Of the
full moon, made the light treacherous
and uncertain. 1t was about half past s
hat l left the hotel, and, turning ND
Palisade avenue, was soon climbing the
hills, which follow one another for a
mile or so.
Since had no weapons with me, I
depended mainly upon my eyes and had
not gone far beyond the limits of the
'own when l made disquieting discov-
cry.
CHAPTER XIII.
MOONLIGHT NIGHT.
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