The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1907-10-12

anybody who tries to open their eyes II
would only make her very unhappy, and
she would still go on her own way"
"'Tis like enough" said Fraser, but
he smiled ineffably, and shook his head
with wonderful blending of complacen-
cy and pity. Where's the poor deluded
thing livin'?" he asked. smilingly.
Lucy told him, and he wagged his head
up and down, this time with smile that
had a suggestion of anticipatory triumph
in it. Very shortly afterward he took
his leave, and all the way home he smiled.
Home reached, he sat down at his desk
and wrote this letter:
My Dear Madame-If l leave this let
ter unsigned it is not because l desire to
shelter myself behind the shield of dark
ness which the writer of libel occasionally
finds useful. 1t is because know enough
of human nature to be aware of the fact
that an unsigned communication is al
ways read and remembered. If you will
show this to Mr.. Hector O'Rourke-if
you feel that your happiness in any way
depends upon it-why he resigned his
pretensions to the hand of Miss Butler, of
| Houfoy, near Janenne. Ask him why he
quarreled with his friend Mr.. Maskelyne,
| and why he does not repay that gentle
man the money he owes him. Ask him
who wrote this letter, and why the writer
is His Implacable Enemy"
"Postscriptum.-You may tell Mr..
| O'Rourke that If he chooses to seek an
exposure in the law courts l shall not
shrink from the ordeal, or deny my hand
writing, which he knows as we'll as
| elx hot hat
means, also"
"Ill teach the sneaking villain to play
false with me-" said Fraser. There's
nothing sneaking in that, anyway" he
added, surveying his own work admiring
ly.
And with this conclusion he walked
out and with his own hands posted the
letter.
Mrs. Spry had taken, for what re
manned of the season, a small Furnished
house in Park Lane. Fraser had writer
and posted his letter on Wednesday af
ternoon, and on the evening Of that sam'
Wednesday Mrs. Spry had been dressed
with unusual care and splendor. She hat
dined alone rather early, and after din
ner had surrendered herself to the hand
Of her maid with full intent to look he
best. for she was certain to meet Hectic
In the course of the evening, and wa
quite resolved to eclipse any POSSIBLY
rival.
While she was at the very flush o
these fancies her maid brought her Fra
ser's letter. If the writer Of the lette
had known what he was dong he woul'
certainly have spared her, for though h
was hick-skinned, and upon occasion
thick headed enough, he was by no mean
brute, and only brute could willfull,
and knowingly have tortured anything
as Fraser now tortured his enemy
fiancee. He had shot his arrow at hi
foe without SO much as thinking that
must pass through this feeble and tende
bosom before 1t could reach him.
Mrs. Spry read the letter with helI
less terror and dismay. Her little whit
teeth clicked with hysteric passion, an
her little white hands clinched and shoe
before her SO dreadfully that the mai
was scared, and retreated before her. Sh
cast herself anew upon the couch wit
all her costly fnery crumpled and disal
ranged, and cried herself into moo
of stony disregard for everything. 1t too
nearly an hour to do this, and by II
time 1t was done the big eyes were a
pulled and swollen, and her cheeks WEI
} scalded with tears.
. when" gasped the little woman ana
ly-"when did this come"
''This afternoon, madam" responde
the maid.
"Order the carriage!" cried Mrs. Spr,
, hastily gathering her opera cloak, ia
, and glasses In reckless handful. ST
snatched the letter from the table an
faced the maid. painting.
' 1.-THE carriage Is waiting" the mai
! replied; ''but really, ma'am-
Ito be continued.)