The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-07-01

the south terminal. Mrs. Jones knew
| little of her sons attachment for the
girl beyond what prolific correspon-
dence, principally on his part, would
indicate. She was Il sensible ruothey
and was not over-inquisitive.
The two days visit did not seem two
hours to George. During the stay Ada
did not drop word of encouragement
to the expectant man. In fact, she was
doubly on her guard, for she had gone
to Boston for two reasons, one to sat
lsfy his opportunities and theother TO
see the city. At times she tried to
make herself believe she ought to mar
ry George, but pull as she might she
could not get her heart out of Chicago.
I'VE think Boston the incest place in
the country" said George on the eve
Of Ada's departure for New York to
rejoin her sister.
Yes, natives of the city usually are
OF similar opinion, but the opinion
does not appear to prevail west Of
Cambridge nor south Of Dorchester"
George was anything but satisfied
with Ada's visit. He had expected to
put finishing touch upon the affair
one way or another, but Ada did not
give him an opportunity to declare
himself even by implication.
II presume you fixed things in Bos-
ton?" said Bessie, after they returned
to Chicago.
1--WE didn't fix up anything but
hammock on Mrs. Jones' veranda." an
swered Ada.
The next morning Ada received two
letters from George. One had been
mailed in the morning and the otherin
the evening of the day of her depar-
ture. A half dozen followed during the
first week. These were topped by
telegram inquiring the reason for the
recipients silence. Ada thought she
had performed her duty when she an
swered the entire batch with short
note Saturday night.
1t was one of those little tilts that
always brand love affair as 90 carat.
Eddie had expressed disapproval at
the Boston trip.
Bessie perceived the perturbed con-
dition OF her sister, but did not venture
an inquiry. Ada went into the par
lor and began to write with n vim.
She wrote until her sister was certain
five or six pages had been filled.
You must be writing your autobi-
ography," commented Bessie.
mo, I am writing to George" an
swered the penwoman, shortly.
1t was not the first time Ada had
used George when she had uuarreled
with Eddie.
There, when that letter shall have
been answered there may be surprise
for all concerned" said Ada, as she
sealed! and addressed the envelope.
Two days later the answer. Two
hours after this telegram:
II consider the matter settled. Name tie
day. GEORGE"
When the softening period was about
at an end, Eddie called. Ada received
him formally. 1t was hard work for
her, but she did very well.
During Ada's momentary absence
from the room Edde's eyes fell upon
the little yellow telegram on the writ
ing desk, where Ada had uncon-
sciously laid it. All things being fair
in war and love. particularly the lat
ter, Eddie read the nissive. He would
have done it if capital punishment had
stared him in the face. 1t was an
extra large lump he swallowed when
Ada returned.
There was crisis, and no mistake,
he thought. His feigned GOODNESS van
ished, and he looked imploringly at the
girl. She glanced at the desk and saw
the telegram had been placed on top
of it.
Lets end this foolishness," he said,
with an uncertain smile.
II have ended it," she said, with her
eyes on the writing desk.
"a poor ending you have made oft"
II think it a good and wise one"
The bell rang. A telegram for ada
Stephenson"
She read it quickly, and with much
show of interest Then she placed it
in one of the drawers of the desk,
locked the drawer and put the key in
her pocket.
"You hold the key to the situation"
said Eddie, with signing resignation.
"Keys are bad things in the hands
of the wrong person"
II wish l had the key to that
drawer
"What would you do with it?"
II would answer that telegram"
Ada tossed over the key.
Eddie quickly opened the drawer,
glanced over the message, and wrote
the following answer, which he handed
to Ada:
George Jones, Boston: The signature
to this Telegram is my answer
MRS. EDWARD CARROLL"
Ada read it, and. as she returned it
to the writer their hands touched. Ed
die held tightly to the little white
fingers and they looked at one another
inquiringly.
Again the door bell rang, and the fa-