The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-08-11
Our Daily Sport Story

T hope have not grown more mar row."
 Suppose" she ventured, tentatively, after a pause. that you--that some one were to tell you-that you were just to find out"
 "Ridiculousr he brusquely interpos- ed. Do you suppose that am capable of allowing any one to talk to mel? "Oh. no. Only-these things some- times happen without our being exact ly able to prevent them" Preston reached up suddenly and drew her down to his knee My dear little woman," he deprecated gravely, my ears were made to hear only your praises My eyes, for your virtues alone"
 Jack! How gallant you are. And what silly you must think I am"
 Dinner was announced at this junc- ture, and at the conclusion of the meal. Preston returned to his office.
 When he had disappeared down the wide avenue, Mrs. Preston ran up- stairs as fast as she could and threw herself. facc-down, on a sofa in her bedroom and burst into a storm of sobs What little fool she had been, to be sure. to tamper with her husbands faith in so ignominious a manner. But 1t was too late to draw back now. Con- fesston would only serve to brand her as simpleton, and somehow, the idea of turning the whole thing into a joke appeared almost ghastfy in its farcical aspect. There was but one thing left to do, and that was to stick 1t out. So. stick 1t out she did. ..s. The next morning at breakfast Pres- ton greeted her as usual There were no constrained silences; no forced gayety to hide any inward emotion. At dinner 1t was just the same At the opera that night, and again in the morning.
 Mrs. Preston had begun to hope and thank heaven in the hope that her hus- band had never received that letter. She did as she pleased. went where she pleased and remaind away as long as she felt disposed to, and all without question or explanation. Her husband was always the same
 But the strain had commenced to tell upon her. On moro than one occasion she was on the point of blurtinR out the whole thing. but prudence held her back. And so the days passed
 One morning Preston announced his intention of going duck hunting. Mrs Preston watched him feverishly, as he made few hasty preparations, ex- changing his coat for a shooting jack ct. and the soft gray Alpine for a riding cap.
 5 hoofs had died away, she went back to her husbands dressing room with beating heart. It WIS the work of d minute to empty the pockets of his coat There were several letters, some mem- oranda and a box of matches.
 Mrs. Preston examined letter after letter with eager eyes, her fingers trembling beyond resistance as she went through them. .~ >>.... :.
 Yes, the anonymous letter was there; it had been opened and read, then-and ignored! ~-.-.
 All at once the door opened and clos ed and Preston himself came quickly into the room.
 q forgot my amrNynition-the most important thing" he began. then stop ped short In the middle of the floor
 "Jack,"
 He answered her with a surprised look, taking in the situation at a glance. .@~.- --.
 T found this letter" she said. cold ly What do you think of it?''
 What do I think of it?" he asked, coming closer. "Why-1 haven't really thought much about It." He smiled.
 Then you care so little"
 Things of that sort have way of not worrying me much. Kitty" He took the letter from her hand as ho spoke. and held 1t up so that the light could shine through. Did you exam inc the water mark on this " he asked, giving her cheek a playful pinch of de- precation.
 Mrs. Preston felt her heart lurch and tears of vexation crowd smarting, to her eyes we haven't a corner on stationery, have we, Jack she asked, with lame attempt at indignation. But Preston shook his head and smiled again.
 And Mrs. Preston Is still at sea