Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1908-02-29

lose each other. The course of true love
does not always run smooth, and Mr..
Maskelyne is very delicate and rather
self-distrustful.
1T was my own fault" said Angela,
with a blush, "if we were in danger of
misunderstanding each other"
mo, my DEAR" returned Lucy, with
gentle decision. 1T was the fault of a
third person. Poor little Mrs. Spry ought
to be saved from that mercenary wretch"
1t was not easy to see what could be
done but to leave the patriot to his base
triumph and the poor little widow to her
inevitable sufferings. But it happened
that when Angela had gone away, Fra
ser strolled in and since Fraser had be-
gun to hate O'Rourke, nothing had pleas
ed him so much as to talk about his
enemy. He talked about him now, and
Lucy, who was full of the new proof of
O'Rourkes wickedness, related it, binding
Fraser to solemn secrecy.
you see," she said, that nothing can
be done but everything shows how badly
he has acted. Nobody can tell Mrs
Spry. You know perhaps what women
are, Mr.. Fraser. They are very blind
about these things, and they do not thank
anybody who triey to open their eyes, 1t
would only make her very unhappy, and
she would still &c. on her own way"
lis 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 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 | 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.. Maskeyne,
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 well as l
know him. You may ask him what that
means, also"
III 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.
out and with his own hands posted the
letter.
Mrs. Spry had taken, for what re-
manned of the season, small furnished
house in Park Lane. Fraser had written
and posted his letter on Wednesday af-
ternoon, and on the evening of that same
Wednesday Mrs. Spry had been dressed
with unusual care and splendor. She had
dined alone rather early, and after din
ner had surrendered herself to the hands
of her maid with full intent to look her
best. for she was certain to meet Hector
in the course of the evening, and was
quite resolved to eclipse any possible
rival.
While she was at the very flush of
these fancies her, maid brought her Fra
ser's letter. If the writer of the letter
L. IL l.
certainly have spared her, for though he
was thick skinned, and upon occasion
thick-headed enough,I he was by no means
BRUTE and only brute could willfully
and knowingly have tortured anything,
as Fraser now tortured his enemy's
fiancee. He had shot his arrow at his
foe without go much as thinking that it
must pass through this feeble and tender
bosom before it could reach him.
Mrs. Spry read the letter with help
less terror and dismay Her little white
teeth clicked with hysteric passion, and
her little white hands clinched and shook
before her so dreadfully that the maid
was scared, and retreated before her. She
cast herself anew upon the couch with
all her costly 6nery crumpled and disar-
ranged, and cried herself into a mood
of stony disregard for everything. 1t took
nearly an hour to do this, and by the
time it was done the big eyes we're all
pufed and swollen, and her cheeks were
scalded with tears.
when" gasped the little woman final
ly-''when did this Gomez"
This afternoon, madam" responded
the maid.
"Order the carriage" cried Mrs. Spry,
hastily gathering her opera cloak, fan
and glasses in reckless handful. She
snatched the letter from the table and
20 cod tho maid nnntino