The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1899-09-01
"of course you have her real addrss

"of course you have her real address
thenY
The old woman looked at him and
then at Egerton somewhat suspicious
ly. She shook her head slowly
no, sir; she calls for her letters or
else sends some ore"
Blair put down a half-crown on the
counter and bending over confidential
ly he said:
Come, now. You can tell US her ad-
dress If you like, I'm sure"
The woman's eyes glistened, but she
still shook her head
when was she here last?Y asked
Egerton.
LET me see" she replied. was it
yesterday or the day beforel Oh, yes,
it was yesterday"
Blair turned to his friend.
''Well, we can't do anything more to-
night. You might write a note and
lleave It."
Egerton wrote a hasty letter to his
wife and promised the shopkeeper a
half sovereign if she telegraphed to him
Immediately Miss Cartwright called
for her letters.
He passed a fearfully anxious week
but no telegram came. He went ovel
again to Islington, but his letter wa:
still waiting ia the shop, and he re
turned to Chelsea in despair. He was
utterly detected, but Blair did his hes
to cheer him and help him to keep VI
his courage.
There's no need to be so down II
the mouth" he argued. AT any rate
you know that your wife is living, an,
you may hear from her at any mo
ment.'
They discussed the matter from al
points of view, and Blair made numer
GUS suggestions. All at once a bril-
liant idea struck him. and Egertoi
seized on it at once. He suggested tina
Egerton should write a tale for tn
Free Lance, telling the same story tina
his wife had done, but from tine man
point Of view. They spent the rest 0
the evening in talking over the stor
and making notes. Egerton devote
the whole Of the next day to it, and
the evening, after Blair had given hi
J approval, he posted It to the Ere
; Lance.
Egerton had hidden his own stor
/ under the veil Of fiction, but he wa
sure that if his wife read it she woul
realize the truth. As he felt he wrot
and all he asked was that she shoul
- raod xvhot ba had nzrrfftpu
The days of waiting which followe
were maddening in the way the
dragged their slow length along, an
Egerton felt that he would give an,
thing to know the fate Of his stor
Publishing day arrived at last +
was overioyed to find that be had bee
successful, but it was not for the sal
Of seeing himself in print, for that is
joy which soon pals. Now he hope
that his wife would at last learn Il
truth.
He was too excited to work and
felt almost afraid to go home by hill
self. He called on Blair and the
went home together. Blair made
hearty dinner, but Egerton was in t.
nervous state TO eat mOuthtul, al
kept rushing to the window at eve
footsteD. The suspense began to t.
on him, and he grew almost Mysteries
"Ah, there's a telegraph boy"
cried, pulling the curtains aside. Il
- Jove, he's coming here"
d A heavy knock sounded at the fro
e door. He rushed out and met the S,
j" want coming upstairs.
s "a telegram for you, Mr.. Egertor
TT He tore open the envelope with ire
g bling fingers. The message was bre
is ity itself, but it spoke volumes to t
h happy man.
1t said. "Can you forgive m
er Monica "-Lloyd's Weekly.
r, HARD.WON BET.