The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1907-11-09

peared so'~ and creamy and delicious.
~ palpitaS'. The sentient lines of
her long, VI figure went to his head
Tor an instant of illusionment. Then
he swiftly smothered a smile as he
recalled the unsparing delineation OF
delivered safely and anonymously
from a friend! And Alongo was the
very sort to regard a person in this
humane" capacity as one-and ask
no further questions.
| You have quite made up your mind
my dear, to leave for the sea shore
tomorrow night?" he asked of his
wife abruptly.
"Quite.\ My nerves have gone to
every point of the compass, and I
feel as though | shall never regain
my strength in town. The pretty
red lips quivered wistfully, and the
crimson blood splurged darkly to her
cheeks. drowning completely the
fainter touches of rose, so artistically
applied.
DO you wish me to go with you,
Fedora?" Bobby turned and faced her
suddenly; the question went down
into her heart like leaden plummet.
For an instant she quivered all over;
then the muscles of her body settled
into stone-like rigidity.
TIT really isn't necessary, Bob
by. Besides, your business"
OF course, II you think you can
manage without me-"
Yes, yes" she interposed, a triHe
too hastily.
The next morning he went down
town without seeing his wife. At
luncheon time he came home prompt
ly. to learn from the maid that her
mistress was quite i'll.
Bobby Merriwether repressed
smile-with breaking heart. After
all. he had loved her as he should
never care for another woman, and
the death of his love was far harder
than the cessation of her life could
have been. When he had sufficient
ly controlled himself, he went to his
wife's apartments to make inquiries.
He found her In darkened room
with her head and eyes bandaged.
The nauseating odor OF valerian drift
ed out to his nostrils even before
he had pushed open the door. He
should never forget 1t to his dying
day.
Fedora" He called her name
quietly, expressionlessly.
"Oh Bobby, Bobby" she walled,
I've gone all to pieces. can't leave
you'll can't bear to let you out of
my sight" She chung to him with
the desperation of lost creature;
her fingers were like ice, her face
ashy. An involuntary twinge of
pity stirred Merriwether's heart,
but he smothered 1t in its incipiency.
And as he sat looking down upon her
miserable, agonizing features-the
woman he had worshiped and lost,
and who would have betrayed him
utterly-a shrieking Joy took posses
sion OF his soul, and he revealed In his
revenge.
He staid with her till she slept
and he was at liberty to steal into
the adjoining room and search the
contents OF her desk and waste as
ket. The tell-tale pieces were there
J'SN 40 thc Dttu, anu he
gathered them up cautiously and
slipped downstairs to his study. lock
Ing the door behind him. He fitted
them together at last, after many te
dious attempts, and was rewarded
with this result:
MY Dear Little Girl: am sorry
for you, OF course, and hate like the
devil to cause you pain, but I have
discovered Tin time to save you) that
my love is not of q nature to endure
long, and consequently release
you. A n"
He seized pen from the rack, and
dashed down the following:
A woman who is not good enough
Tor her lover surely eannot hope ever
to be quite good enough for the hus
band she would have cast aside"
He sealed 1t up with the two let
tiers from Alonzo Ditrich, and ad
dressed the envelope to Fedora
That afternoon at three he sailed
Tor the West Indies. And he never
came back.