The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1910-07-20

4, door almost, and took his letters from
him. There was one for his sister,
and one for Mrs. Fred Dennard, d.
rected in bold, handsome chiro-
graphy that Fred remembered on
some old notes Of Fay's, and the mono
gram on the lip of the envelope was
"E. R."
He went in and tossed the letters
respectively into his wife's and sis
ter's laps as they sat, one at some
needlework and the other reading.
Fay's daisy face became a carnation
as she glanced at hers but she did not
offer to read it.
why don't you read your letter."
Fred questioned, tartly, of his wife.
"It's-it's nothing of-of Importance,
guess, and Pm busy" stammered
Fay, with the oldest incoherence.
Then suppose you won't object to
my reading it to you?" suggested her
husband, reaching for the letter.
Fay caught it eagerly from his hand,
and hid it in her pocket.
81 always like to read my letters
first myself" she said, with a little
embarrassed laugh; and Fred, catching
the glimmer of most provoking smile
in his sisters eyes, dropped the sub
ject with an assumption of indiffer-
ence he was far from really feeling.
The first moment he got his wife
alone he said:
81 was not aware you corresponded
with Mr.. Ramsay, Fay"
Il don't" Fay replied, bluntly.
"The letter gave you this afternoon
was from him"
The same distressed embarrass-
ment that had so often clouded his
wife's lovely face came into it now as
she, stammering as usual said:
81 don't correspond with Mr.. Ram.
say Fred; do believe me-"
you don't correspond with him, but
you get letters from him. Humph!
that's distinction without differ.
ence, to my mind"
81 don't get letters from him. Fred.
either. Indeed"
Il don't care who you get letters
from, so don't make a scene!" Fred
exclaimed, in a momentary dread Of
his sisters entrance, and getting
hint Of tears in Fay's sweet, scared
voice. But you can't deny that let
ter which | gave you this afternoon
was from Ramsay" he added, in low
tone, but with angry emphasis.
mo, but-you know, Fred would
not tell you story for the world"
81 don't know anything of the sort.
| think this looks exceedingly like 1t.
You say the letter gave you was from
Ramsay, and in the same breath you
say it wasn't. Humph!"
Fay Dennard was timid, sensitive
little creature but prouder woman
never hooked into mans eyes loving
ly. She got up from her chair, white
aud trembling.
81 can't explain the matter to you at
present, at any rate" she said, in a
cold voice, go it will have to remain
a mystery, am sorry to say"
And then she went out Of the room
as stately as grander-looking woman
might, and Fred sat and poked the
fire, and kicked the fender, and doubt
less would not have minded If the lat
ter had been Ramsay.
Staring moodily from his Office win
dow, the following day, he saw Ned
Ramsay's elegant turnout come flying
by, and amid the whirl and swiftness
caught the glimpse of Fay's blue car
riage cloak and floating snowy plumes,
1t was as much as he could do to be-
lieve his eyes.
"Out riding with him now!" he NUT
tered : with a choking sensation in his
throat. 81 suppose she'll deny that,
too"
Home at three. Fay had not come,
and he would not ask where she was,
though Lue sat smilingly waiting to be
questioned.