The Lakeland evening telegram., 1913-08-11

promptly. "That ID, If 1t is big
enough. But isn't it strange, Miliie'
that q desk of this size should have
such a very small INTERIOR 1t almost
looks as though 1t might contain
secret drawer"
There does seem to be lot OF
space underneath the drawer" SAID
Mildred, lingering the edges OF the
desk. "Why, Will, it rings quite ho''
low. Just tap it and listen"
It certainly did ring hollow. And 1t
did seem as though there were some
second drawer under the first. But
the cunningly arranged veneerins
gave no evidences of any opening.
Will tapped and tapped in vain.
II guess there isn't any secret
drawer, Millie," said WILL and set the
desk down upon the table with
bang. And then curious thing hap
pened. The jar apparently set some
long devised spring to working. for
the whole front of the desk few open'
revealing a little, fiat compartment i'm
mediately beneath the drawer.
A single sheet of yellow paper, Gov
cred with faded writing, lay there.
Will looked at it and then snatched 1t
up and began reading.
"Will!" exclaimed Mildred reprov'
ingly.
"But must read it," he exclaimed.
Look at this signature-it is that OF
my grandfather, Ebenezer Hurlbut
It may be some long-lost will.
But 1t was no will. 1t was letter
addressed to Grandmother Penderby,
and it ran as follows:
my Dearest Own Elizabeth:
"Your cruel words to me today,
though they have sorely wounded me,
cannot quench the passion for you
that burns in my bosom. So, since
you have said that this unhappy mis-
understanding of ours must end our
engagement, since you have forbid me
to approach the shrine and alter OF
my devotion, l shall place this within
your mothers writing desk, hoping
that some impulse will draw you hith'
er, to open the little drawer you once
showed me, and to find this outpour'
ing Of my soul. Elizabeth, you cannot
mean that we must part for ever,
that you will bestow your priceless
self upon that dullard, Nat Enderby,
for when your marriage bells ring out
my life will become unbearable to me
and | shall end this wretched exist.
ence. Without you, life will become
impossible.
It'll time shall end. thine.
'Ebenezer Hurlbut-
Jan. "a, 1857"
Will Hurlbut folded up the paper
and looked at Mildred. Her eyes were
moist and her lips were Quivering.
1T must have lain there unnoticed
these fifty years and more" she said.
I'VE must not let her know, now"
NO." answered Will, and, tearing
the paper into strips, he let them flut'
tor slowly out Of the open window.
WILL" said Mildred, presently, do
you remember the date Of your grand.
fathers marriage?"
1T was in the spring Of 1858, /
think-it must have b0en. because nv
father was born that Christmas"
And grandmother was married in
The sunmer Of 1857. 1t didn't last
long, this desperate passion. Will?
But, dearest, do you know what grand.
mother told me oncs-it was just after
cur stupid quarrel? That when she
was young no girl ever dreamed OF
qaarreling with the man she was On.
gagged to marry"
Will laughed ~ hs Kissed her. "Oh,
well. I guess that human nature was
pretty much the same in those times
- 1t is nowadays" hs said. But
Mildred, dearsst-"
"Will?"
Think how lucky X b for u she
didn't marry your grandfather. Be-
cause that would have made US cous.
ins-and marriage between cousins 10
impossible in this state"
Copyright, 1918, by ". G. ChapnAn)