The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-09-25

"I've decided not to mail II. want
to add something that ] forgot" he
said.
you can set right down to the
counter now and write II n you like.
Thcro'll b time enough and II won't
20 TIL tomorrow night II you don't"
proffered the woman kindly. and the
Sheriff added urgently: Yes. you kin
write Il here Jest a. well As any
where's"
Thank you. no. I'll write II ovsr
Mt home. I'm ready 20 20 now. Capt.
Pergeiiis. II you are"
There was disappointment In the
whole figure of the sheriff. He moved
reluctantly out upon the platform
and looked up and down ut the seal
Hoped line Of hills beyond the green
levels OF the valley.
There amt no call TO hurry. You
might take u little walk ald-kind O.
think 1t over" nc suggested. "Meb-
he that letter will do as well rs any.
seem how long It's took you to write
It."
The boy shook his bead and
smiled winningly.
mo. I'm going to write one to-
night and send II sure. this time.
Don't you think well keep Mother
Wealthy waiting II we stay any
longer? It's upstream going back
and I'm going to row."
The long summer twilight was fall
ing as they started back. facing a
velvet soft breeze sweet with the
breath OF "A thousand fields that ruff
fed the tinted water. The sunset
fingered In canopy of many colored
fires, clothing the hills in rose mist
and jewelling the river. But for once
this was lost on the Sheriff. He did
bits Of torn letter fiung out on the
water.
Amt you 'fraid, mebbe, she'll take
up with some other Teller. not hearin
nothin' from your" he limited gently
There was no answer for Ions
time. Then 1t burst forth impetu-
ously.
That's just the trouble! She ha :
done 1t now-and ! made a fool of
myself! I can't explain-every time
! try IL gets more tangled: and every
day of delay makes 1t worse. I-don't
know what to do. Here ! ana Grip
plc-and-a-a"-- Iio could not I'm
ish
But any kind OF word will be bet
ter T.. n none at all. You know won
en- Is kind OF techy. not beln' wrote
to-"
Yes. and she has cause to be.
ought to have given her Il chance-she
said she would explain-but | went on
like n fool-and now ! would give my
head toto make II right"
"Um-hm. That's tie way TO feel
Like as not IL was all your fault"
The atmosphere OF perfect, under,
standing sympathy that emanated
from the sheriff wan Irresistible, BE
sides, John Doe had had enough OF
his own thoughts.
"It's-a girl that came home with
my sister from school for vacation
She lives not very far from here AMI
she's different-shs's the-she's not q
bit like any other girl In the world
and she's the prOudest girl tell you
she Keeps a man guessing all RICH.
she's like one OF those delicate wild
flowers that come out early In the
spring. shy and sweet and hne-anc
hard 20 t,nd
1T was at home. then. and I wrote
to her and saw her q few times, and
then she finished school and came
hack here. threw up my position
and came out To this--to here, and
found a little place right on. 80 rs
to be within shouting distance. She
had local suitor, rather decent
fellow, too, and. que"rly enough
both OF US worked for her father, IN
way. Now, wasn't that situa'
ton? OF course we were madly
jealous OF each other and hated each
other like murder and watched each
other like hawks, He had the ad'
vantage Of u long standtng cas-
while | was a stranger to everybody
! rather think the whole town took
sides And the giri-w0lI, she il q
sphinx. hop. he never rot aps
siore out OF her than l did--I-nQt-
and since I've thought II ovsr {
good deal ! don't believe he IA.
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