Charlevoix county herald., 1907-03-09

occurrence of last evening, which so
effectually opened my eyes to your
true character and the instability of
your affections, it is almost unneces-
sary for me to take the trouble to tell
you that everything is over between
us. You, of course, will have realized
that before this letter reaches you.
There will be not tlfs slightest use in
your begging to be forgiven, because
when a person once deceives me my
confidence is killed. So completely has
my fancy that l ever cared for you
been blotted out that | remember with
scorn and pity the foolish girl who
thought you were her ideal man. I
am almost moved to thank you for re-
vealinG Yourself to me and saving me
a lifetime of misery.
Il wish you much happiness in your
second choice, Miss Gaylord. She is
certainly more your type of girl than l
am. Many persons call her loud and
vulgar but they probably have not
your discriminating understanding of
her.
"A package of the trifles which you
have bestowed on me, including an en-
gagement ring, will reach you short
ly. Truly yours,
ISABEL M'HATTON."
She read it over triumphantly, con-
sidered while and then read it again
Then she frowned. She read it third
time. Then she looked at the picture.
Then che tho 1nttar ~, W clnWlV
and began again to write:
Dear Mr.. Ferguson: The little Incl
dent of last evening, which in itself
was nothing, supplied the finishing
toucn-which decided a question that
has troubled me for some time. / feel
that DIDO not care enough for you to
marry you. Wider experience has
taught me where my heart lies. 1 am
relieved in telling you this to feel that
it will not be a blow to you, as, no
doubt, your consolation even now is in
your mind. With best wishes, sincere
~ yours, ISABEL IMITATION"
She smiled in a satisfied way. THAT
phrase about experience teaching me
where my heart lies is really clever"
mean Clifford Gray. He was always
jealous OF Clifford"
She stared at the photograph and
the smile faded. A CLEAN flashed into
her eyes. I'D like to show her once!"
she said, under her breath. "She has
tried. to get him away from me over
and over"
IatI tho lnftnr oci1n
another. mo doubt she simply made
him do it," she murmured. But that
doesn't excuse him at ALL" She wrote:
Dear Mr.. Ferguson: / am glad to
find that you have enough good sense
not TO approach me since an accident
caused me to witness the little scene
in the Dawes conservatory. fancy
you have some explanation as to why
you kissed Gladys Gaylord, but would
not be interested in hearing it. pre-
fer the very obvious explanation that
YOU did it because you wanted to. She
is perfectly horrid and boasts Of her
firtations with engaged men, but
suppose that makes no difference to
you. You are probably proud of being
dlllOhS iCl NiOtliAo'
You needn't tell me you weren't
kissing her. If you were not at the in
slant l saw you, at least you had done
so Just before that, because there was
no other reason for your face being SO
close to hers. In justice to you, | will
listen TO any explanation you care to
offer, though | warn you that it will
Iiffnrnnnn In my racn1tttfnn
10 have nothing more to do with you.
Sincerely. /. NH
For long time she stared at the
photograph. 1t returned her gaze can
Gidly. She reread the last two letters.
Then she bit the pen and thought
deeply. Finally she took up fresh
sheet and wrote:
Dear George: If you have an ex-
plantations TO make, you may do so.
Please write instead of coming to see
meg Needless to say, | am very much
am91Si and hurt"
A tear dropped on the paper and
blotted it. More tears followed.
81 hope" she sobbed, that | shall
never see him again! And it was all
her fault, know! Every bit! l hate
her, and h-h-ate him."
There was a ring at the telephone.
She stumbled over her gown in her
haste to reach it.
She said "Hello!" and then listened
eagerly.
Then she answered. "Of course I'll
he at home tonight, George. I'm dying
to see you.
Eyes, / knew it was something you
could explain.
mo, of course | haven't worried
over il, you silly boy!"-Chicago Daily
News.
Depends on Ourselves.
Cur own attitude determines our