The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-06-17

ing Bob and Louise together had so
dismally failed.
Then she felt glow of pride in
Louise's strength and answering
pride. She had not weakly waited in
the futile hope of some further recon
Citation. She had had the courage to
go away, to put half the continent be-
twe>- her and Bob, to prove to him
that lis time 1t was Anal.
Helen had never seen Bob lose con-
troll of his temper, yet he was War
ren's brother, with much OF Warrens
disposition, and she could picture
something of his violent rage. What
scene it must have been that final
clash between those two! With all her
love of the dramatic, the emotional
Helens mind fingered around the pos
sibilities Of that scene.
Then she turned back to the letter.
What should she write to Louise? 1t
was always hard for her to write let
tiers, and to answer this would be par
ticularly hard.
She felt she ought to answer it at
once The appealing Write me-write
me soon" she could not ignore. With
shrinking dread of the task she fore
ed herself to the desk. AS much IS she
cared for Louise and longed to talk
with her, it was inexpreSsibly hard to
write.
Dear Louise cannot tell you
how surprised l was to get your let
ter did not dream that you were on
your way to Florida
No. no--that was too conventional,
too strained and stilted.
Louise, Dear-My heart goes out to
you in aching sympathy. On, | know
| know something of what you have
SUFFERED
This. too, she tore up in disgust. 1t
was too ELUSIVE, too gushing.
Dear Louise hardly know how
to write you. You must know how dis
tressed I was by your letter. Yet If you
feel your happiness lies away from
Bob I am glad that you have had the
courage
An insistent ring of the doorbell,
With poised pen Helen glanced ex-
pectantly over her shoulder as she
waited for Nora to answer it. She
hoped fervently that it was not a call,
for she was in no mood for callers that
afternoon.
Then she heard a heavy step in the
hall. a step strangely like Warren's.
1t was Bob!
For a moment he did not speak.
Deliberately he put down his hat and
stick, but kept in his hand a small
package Helen waited breathlessly.
She did not even greet him. There
was something in his manner too
erimly tense for any trivial word of
greeting.
"Helen'-his voice was harsh-"do
you know where Louise isl"
She shook her head.
Have you heard from herr"
NO." falteringly.
That's not the truth--but it doesn't
matter. I'm not trying to get in touch
with her. We're THROUGH! | only
want her to get these letters. Will
you see that she dOes?"
'Why-What are they?'
Her letters. She asked me to re-
turn them. l sent them Yesterday but
the messenger was told that Miss
Whitmore and her father had left that
morning Their apartment was closed.
Now, will you send them to herr"
Helen nodded.
Il would destroy them" with bitter
ness, but she probably wouldn't be-
leve that l had"
NO, no, Louise would never doubt
your word
She Wouldn't" savagely. We'll, I'll
take no c.4ances. Will you send her
those letters?"
Il said | would
THANK you. That's all.
The hall door banged after him. For
several moments Helen stood where
/, he had left her, looking down at the
small sealed package in her hand
Then she turned back to the desk
took a fresh sheet and wrote rapidly
Dear Louise: Bob has just brought
me package of your letters and ask
ed that l send them to you. He sem
them to your apartment yesterday BY
messenger, but there was no one to re-