Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-10-21

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pidly waiting for the coroner. There
was none of the usual horror Of a sui
cide-no rivulets Of blood ending in
live pools, no ~contortions of the face
Lisa lay on the great white bear rus
as he had often seen her lie there, hel
face partly concealed by her arm
She wore a white half-ftted robe, and
in the dim light sometimes he could
scarcely see her at all except where
her dark hair shone out wildly. Neal
her on the floor was a letter which
he knew must have been written tc
him, but he let it lie there. AS vel
ne was not curious.
He bent over her and sobbed and
held the letter to his lips. Then he
tore 1t open and strained his dim eyes
over the sprawling letters:
old Pat" she had written
Cali me a coward If you want, but
am tired and nothing al be worse
lhan these last days. | have moi
worked too hard. My eyes have beer
miserable. Perhaps work would have
saved me from this despair which has
made me end 1t. Ford Harvey is the
reason, Ford Harvey with his mock
ing laugh and his haunting eyes.
love him, my killing myself will tel
you how much, but ! want you tc
make him suffer as l have suffered
He lied and ! know now that he never
!oVea me- must have amused him
Ior my ove was SO frank. won't live
20 pe q pltter OLD woman, and won'
i've without him. Find a way to mad
fueh MN as ne mas maddened me"
II was signed simply Lisa.
Poor little sister, poor little Lisa
ne murmured, and ! thought she was
so happy. No,Nl must not shoot him
mat 1t not what she means"
He stared at the portrait until the
coroner was admitted. Then he looked
up an address in the telephone direc.
tory and walked down the boulevard
until he came to some stairs with a
light at the entrance. He rang the
bell and a man who was half dressed
let him In. They stirred up the fire
and Patton Ware told him in a few
words what had happened. When Per.
reau read the note he turned to the
other man and said almost ioyously:
Thank God, ! can serve her dead
though ! could not while she lived
Ihen he fell to weeping.
When he was calmer they talked
until morning. Then Perreau packed
oae anu weht out WIN nus caller,
aa.'on ware went pack TO the studio
III 90. WI nls aeau, Wnen 1t was
~ oser ne wrapped the portrait and
sanefy'
weeh iater ford Harvey lay back
~ onail ~ tne halser
.s;aa IT, mo .ne woman De-
and She smilaa 80 naii eioseu
sIoning lasbas Tho hood - NJ
could not onto conoaaI 49, a oape
.eoiffnre IN wos q intaasns ate
He was thinking how artistieour sha
was pottap I'M b,,+ ~ 49,. S,,n
of the gowns that he should buy her
in Paris. A bow passed with some no.
pers. Ford Harvey held ont Iii bond
indifferently. He gave a part of the
paper to the woman and opened the
rest out before him. From the front
page this headline greeted him:
RUMOR SAYS LISA wApE
ENDED LIFE q
I,EADEp oE NJ v coc1rr,,
I1naarnaa.h
akan $50 vas 2 poor nail-tone
.trait 49, u ner por-
~ IL ea.opsaI peispiiason $1,000 out
CO..
w wy, : uidnt tnlnk she'd do
eaiu aiouu'
70 Wnat? she asked, snatching
the paper from him..
She understood when she saw, but
asked no questions. She went white
about the lips, though not because
sne cared for the dead girl.
Would you kill yourself for me.
Avis@ he asked.
mo, but perhaps I'll make vo,,
shoot your heart out for me-" she an.
swered lightly.
She would not trust hin u IL
thoughts after that. and Avis RrodlS
could be diyerting wben ! TT;
At dinner he fingered idlv witb III
napkin and found pasted in The cornaS
a tiny picture Of a woman Avis faIt
his uneasiness Ha ooLad - -