The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1915-11-23


Yours sincerely,
SYLVIA MOORE"
Madge Fenton read her letter with |
wide-open eyes.
Robert Lorson read his with slowly |
whitening face. With compressed
lips he laid it down and stared at it |
for a long time.
The box containing the engagement |
desk.
Sylvia" said her married sister one
day, what has become of Bob?"
Really said Sylvia indifferently,
Il haven't the slightest idea"
Mrs. Jameson stared at her. What
has happened? You have quarreled?"
she asked quickly.
We are no longer engaged" ex-
planned Sylvia. you see, Lisa, Bob
is terribly jealous-he was frightfully
angry because l talked so much 10
that delightful Mr.. EnriSht, the nov
elist He was actually ride to me-
You were flirting" accused Lisa,
bluntly.
Not at ALL" f1ared Sylvia, hotly.
Then you really meant all you
looked at Mr. Enright?" asked the old
er woman slowly.
We'll" Sylvia's voice broke.
Every one was talking. and I'm
| not a bit surprised that Bob was
angry. But as long as you don't care
| if the broken engagement is wei
come relief to you. dearie. I am glad
! for your sake" Lisa bent and kissed
! her sister and walked toward the door
! BY the way, dear, l had a glimpse
of Bob this afternoon-he was having
| tea at Berry's-with Madge Fenton."
| She vanished
"Madge Fenton." Sylvias voice
| wavered into a little sob She was
| her dearest friend. and Sylvia knew
that if there was one other girl in
| the world who fancied Bob Lorson
it was Madge Fenton. And now
Madge, taking advantage of SyIvias
confidence, was making herself agree
able to Bob
| A few days later, while scanning
| the morning paper, Sylvia read mar
riage notice-Robert Lorson and
Madge Fenton had been married
quietly the day before and were sail
ing at once for voyage around the
| world
Sylvia. with face afiame and a heart
of ice, laughed at her own reflection
in the mirror.
Liar, Coward! Cheat" she
tainted herself.
Robert Lorson came back to
America alone. His bride was rest
ing in an unknown grave in some AL
pine crevasse.
Long months afterward Sylvia met
him riding in the park. The scene
of their meeting was a sheltered
briGlepath. Both drew rein.
Then Robert poured out his heart to
her and asked her to marry him He
had never ceased to love her, he con
fessed. He did not attempt to excuse
his hasty marriage to Madge Fenton;
that explained itself
You will not want to marry me
when I tell you all, Robert" said Syl
via gravely. Then she told him about
the two letters she had sent.
of course I realized that you had
made a mistake, he said eagerly. "As
soon as / read the opening line and
saw it was intended for Madge | re
folded it and sent it to her. I'll ad
nit | was tempted to read all of it,
and Madge exchanged letters with
your asked Sylvia in muffied tone
He nodded. she asked me to NEE
her at Berry's. We had tea together
and exchanged lettegs"
And SO you didn't read the lettel
/ wrote to Madge?"
Certainly not--how could To-
Il want to tell you what / wrote tt
l. her" went on Sylvia in a strained
h voice, and because the letter wa
e written in fire on her memory she re
I peated it word for word
IF I had read it all, darling,
would have come to you at once" h
= said tenderly. 81 thought you didn'
. care
! Il am not worthy of you" she sal
g brokenly. linked up those letter
G Intentionally. I sent Sylvias to yo
t because l was too proud to comics
G myself in the wrong, but | wante
: you to know that | loved you in spit
of all. | did not appreciate that yo
= had higher code of honor-that 20
! would not read what was not Intend
!. ed for you. | have been punished 70
is my weakness, Bob-and | do nc
y blame you If you despair me- sh
9 sobbed.
e His arms were about her
Il 81 want Won more than ever Sy
y via he said
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Il Der Syndicate.)
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