Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1908-02-21

anybody who tries to open their eyeA IL
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 a wonderful blending of complacen-
cy and pity. where's the poor deluded
thing Iivin'?" he asked, smilngly.
Lucy told him, and he wagged his head
up and down. this time with a 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. 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.-Yo may tell Mr..
O'Rourke that If he chooses to seek an
exposure in the law courts, | shall not
shrink from the ordeal, or deny my hand
writing, which he knows as well as
know him You may ask him what that
means, also"
I'll 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 TIN
letter.
Mrs. Spry had taken, for what re
NAMED of the season, small furnished
house in Park Lane. Fraser had writer
and posted his letter on Wednesday al
ternoon, and on the evening of that samt
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 hands
of her maid with full intent to look hel
best, for she was certain to meet Hecto
ia the course of the evening" and wa
quite resolved to eclipse any possible
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 thick-skinned, and upon occasion
thick-headed enough, he was by no mean
a 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
n foe without so much as thinking that
+ must pass through this feeble and tende
bosom before it could reach him.
l. Mrs. Spry read the letter with hell
), less terror and dismay. Her little whit
d teeth clicked with hysteric passion, an
d her little white hands clinched and shoe
10 before her so dreadfully that the mai
It was scared, and retreated before her. 81
1t cast herself anew upon the couch wit
all her costly fnery crumpled and disa
a ranged and cried herself into moo
% of stony disregard for everything 1t toe
nearly an hour to do this, and by Il
time it was done the big eyes were a
= pulled and swollen. and her cheeks we
n scalded with tears.
A. when" gasped the little woman fins
4 ly-"when did this Gomez
- "This afternoon, madam" responds
N the maid.
"Order the carriage!" cried Mrs. Spr
IA hastily gathering her opera cloak, fl
N and glasses in a reckless handful. s.
snatched the letter from the table al
7 faced the maid, painting
~ "The carriage is waiting" the ma
ra replied; "but really, ma'am-
A. ITO be continued.)