The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-21

whistle sounded third time-and they guessed that some one was try ing to hail them. "A letter for Mrs. war1ngJ by messenger announced Jeffrey, com ing back with it.
 From her miner, r. wager!" cried lIladys Sears. Give 1t to me and III hand it to her.
 '"The man Is waiting to see if there is an answer" said Jeffrey, passing 1t over.
 Lorraine Sears went to the state room she shared with Lorah Waring and delivered the note.
 Lorah was lying in bed, staring be- fore her with burning eyes. She made no comment when the missive was put in her hand, save to murmur her thanks, and when Gladys asked if there was an answer, she opened the letter and read it calmly. To destroy it or to return it unread would have been to arouse Gladys suspicious.
 So she lay there and read the lines that John Bolt had penned so hope fuly-and as she read. she smiled. But 1t was not a pleasant sort of smile.
 Here was humility enough at all events, she thought. Here was re- pentance. Here was honesty and sim cerity, and he should have honesty and sincerity from her in return.
 There is your answer, she said at last, looking up. ''If you will wait just an instant longer, I'll write it g.
 Certainly said Gladys.
 Lorah Waring reached for her travelling desk. ropped it upon her knees brushed back the thick masses of her honey-co1ored hair and began to write:
 My Dear MT. John Bolt:
 The whole thing was my fault. I swas foolish to lead you on - for I did lead you on, I admit. ought to have known better, but I was bored from so much heno-and I had never attempted to fascinate a miner before.
 Let me make you understand In my world-a world far removed from yours. John Bolt-we have a sort of game of filtration with which we amuse ourselves. That was what was playing with you today. Only you spoiled everything and broke the rules by kissing me.
 "I wasn't in earnest at all with you about anything, and I am sorry if you were. That ends the whole matter, I think. If have disappoint- ed you, you have evened the score for I shall never forget that awful minute on the observation platform never.
 Don't come East. John Bolt. You wouldn't fit in. And you certainly wouldn't make your fortune. You be- long here. Stay here and become manager of the mines some day. And in time, perhaps you'll forget me and marry some nice girl of your own class who will make you comfortable 1 if not happy.
 Trusting that this explanation ends the matter, I remain,
 Yours very truly,
 'Lorah Walters Waring. |
 s'P. S.-I left my cardcase in your shack purposely so that you would | have an excuse to come back this | evening, and waited for you on the 1 observation platform!
 "P. P. S.-And I didn't even ask l the others to stay and go fishing be- l cause I didn't want to stay myself. | Another day here would have finished 1 me!
 "P. P. S.. 2-By the time you get | this, we shall have gone. MT. Sears 1 has made arrangements for us to be picked up at midnight. And so I go out of your life. John Bolt. forever
 She sealed the note. addressed it, and gave it to Gladys to deliver 10 Joe.
 Then she lay down again and com- posed herself for sleep, smiling to think that at least he had not scored | a smashing victory. She fancied con tentedIy that he would bear few wounds.
 John Bolt rose eagerly, as the half breeds step sounded outside, and he ----4 l>~df--- 4- -->--4 As- u'-~