The Green Forest tribune., 1915-09-10
CHAPTER ViIi-Continued.

Well, the last l received only
 fortnight ago. If you will wait a mo
 nent will go and get it. It was so
 strange that I haven't destroyed it."
 And she went out, and I heard by
 he the frou-frou of her skirts that she
 vas ascending the stairs
 After five minutes of breathIess anxi-
 ay she roJoined me, and handing me
 the letter to read, said:
 It is not in her handwriting-I won.
 der why"
 The paper was of foreign make, with
 blue lines ruled in squares. Written
 in hand that was evidently foreign,
 for the mistakes in the orthography were many, was the following curious communication:
 Ny Dear Lydia
 Perhaps you may never get this letter. the last shall ever be able to send you. Indeed run great risks in sending it. An! you do not know the awful disaster that has happened to me, all the terrors ind the tortures l endure. But no one can Gsist me, and l am now looking forward to the time when it will all be over. Do you recoilect our old peaceful days in the sarden at Chichester? I think of them aways always, and compare that sweet peace or the past with my own terrible sunefihgs of today. An, how I wish I uisht see you once again; how that I mlgnt feel your hand upon my brow. and de nf mem! But happiness is now debarred from me, and I am only sinking to the grave under this slow torture of body and Of soul
 This will pass through many hands be- Hfe II reaches the post If, however. it s'er uoes get dispatched and you receive IL VIII you do me one last favor-a favor all unfortunate girl who is friendless anu heipiess, i'd who will no longer trou- ue the World2 It is this: Take this let M Tf 10 London, and call upon MT. Martin mooufoHe at 98 Cork street, Piccadilly. oAow nm my letter, and tell him from Me that through it all I have kept my momlse and that the secret is still safe. ne VIII uhderstand-and also know why I saunol Write this with my own hand. If n1 abroad, keep it until he returns tno,n no IS .i all ! ask of you, Lydia. and I Ah Iiio ICdCileS you, you Will sg. leluse me- You have been my only ,a. n,oau ana confidante, but I now bid you ssseil, ans ss, Tor the unknown beckons me, s au lroih the grave I cannot write Again iageWell, and for ever.
 -ouf loving and affectionate friend,
 ELMA.
 very strange letter, is it not?" re- mafhed the girl at my side. q cant niaAe It out. You see there is no ad- uess' but the postmark is Russian. 'ue IS evidently Tn Russia"
 m Finland" said, examining the stamp and making out the post town to s' ADO, But have you been to Lon sion2" .- NO We are going up next week. I M ,n'eha to call upon this person named Woodroffe."
 | made no remark He was, I knew, soioad, but I was glad at having ob- .a .aiheo two very important clues: first, 'ue address of the mysterious yachts man' Woodroffe, alias Hornby, and, eIonoiy' s ascertalning that the young eni l sought was somewhere in the ,.o,nity of the town of Apo, the Fin -'Sh port on the Baltic. ,.. ioor Elma, you see, speaks in her .o''er or some secret, MT. Gregg" my ~, .Ohpahlon said. "She says she wishes .l'S MT Woodroffe, whoever he is, to auow that she has kept her promise auu has not divulged it. This only '0ais out what 1 have all along sus- pected." . what are your suspicions?" well, from her deep, thoughtful aaiiner, 4 and from certain remarks she '' 'lmes made to me, I believe Elma ; s,, III possession of some great and ter ,Die secret--a secret which her uncle. 'aloh oberg, is desirous of learning. i, Ano" she holds him in deadly fear e iS Tn terror that she may inadyer- N"'iy oetray to him the truth"