Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1907-11-01

peared sofs and creamy and delicious
ly palpitaRt, The sentient lines of
her long, fr,l figure went to his head
for 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 Alonzo 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 l 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
liliO hCl llCGlI llhc d lCuuCn
For an instant she quivered all over;
then the muscles of her body settled
into a stone-like rigidity.
Tit really isn't necessary, Bob.
by. Besides, your business"
"Of course, if you think you can
manage without me-"
"Yes, yes" she interposed, a trifle
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 it to his dying
day.
Fedora" He called her name
quietly, eXpressionlessly.
"Oh Bobby, Bobby!" she walled,
1--WE gone all to pieces. can't leave
you'll can't bear to let you out of
my sight" She clung 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 ; 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 revelled 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-bas-
ket. The tell-tale pieces We're there
just as the others had been, and he
5hIhSiSu thShi up SouIiOuolS anu
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: l am sorry
for you, of course, and / hate like the
devil to cause you pain, but / have
discovered lin time to save you) that
my love is not of nature to endure
long, and consequently I release
you. A. D."
He seized a pen from the rack, and
dashed down the following:
"A woman who IS not good enough
for her lover surely cannot hope ever
to be quite good enough for the hus-
band she would have cast aside"
He sealed it up with the two let
ters from Alonzo Ditrich, and adj
dressed the envelope to Fedora"
That afternoon at three he sailed
for the West Indies. And he never
came back.