The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-11-22
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French detectives, tells this
story o. the love affair Of a
great Englishman-the only
rpmaie episode in the life Of
theSworld-famous figure who
met q tragic death in the North
Sea alter o brilliant career in
Egypt.
HIDING through the streets OF
Cato he5was suddenly thrown
from his horse. A charming white
gir1 helped him into her motor car
and brought him to her home.
The Englishman, during the ride
to the house. observed signs Of
unrest among the natives. But he
sad nothing. When they entered
the girls home they found that
all the native servants had de-
serted. The girl rang the bell In
the drawing room but no familiar
native face answered.
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CHAPTER III
Passing a center-table as by
iiiadyentence, she turned down u
Photograph frame.
The simple, unconscious act
eaught the mans attention, and
when he was alone he picked the
thing up and turned It over. 1t
was an old, battered. silver rim,
tneIosing q picture Of himself cut
out Of an illustrated paper. The
picture was yellow with age and
marked around in aided ink. 1t
showed q smart young officer
above q legend OF Brilliant
Achievement. 9 He remembered
distinctly the very day that \
marked copy Of this paper had
come to him, sent out by en- ador-
ing aunt.
The brilliant achievement had
been the rather clever handling OF
some guns in a hill fight. It was q
tiny,wa and the correspondent
was making alllhe could of every
incident.
He held the thing a moment ia
his hands, trying to remember how
many years ago that had been. 1t
seemed a lifetime and he put 4.
back gently on the table face down.
meaIately the girl came in
with d tea;tray. She could not find
q servant IN tho house but she was
not disturbed. She was flushed and
smiling; her yeliyety brown eyes
danced and the corners OF her
mouth made little dimples.
IN the mans humming head the
thought passed that In Eastern
countries this slipping away Of
the servants meant something ser.
dous. Things like 1t had precedeu
the Mutiny. !, tHsJg
But his mind was in another
quarter. Did she know him? His
brown hair was shot with gray
noYs there was hardly any brown
left III Il. His Jaw would look lean
and bony; the planes OF his face
would be flattened.
She could hardly wait to show
him what she had brought in witt
the tea. She slipped the tray onto
the table and put the thing into
his hands.
II was a letter written to the
hero-<a sheet from an old blue.
ruled COPY book, the words pain.
fully printed, the letters uneven.
sitr' and Nv" always a head taller
than the rest.
Take 8 Triumphs Wednesday
~ called them 'are-ah' and
'double-ah,' y" she said. "They
were harder to make than the
Then she gave his arm a little
'IIsn't the postscrlp heaven
He thought the fingers were on
his heart. He could hardly read
the dinsprinted line.
aAnd IL you come over and lick
the Yankees, ] will love you more
better.n
He felt himself going weak all
over. This was the only love-letter
that any woman had ever written
him. He had got innumer- Bile let
ters pretending to be, but this
was the only one.
And here 1t was an April flower
reaching him in winter. Here was
youth dimpled and red-mouthel.
pulling at him, cool finger
CROOKED around his heart.
He felt that he was capable Of
committing any folly. But he said
only:
ut Is charming"
Heswished to ask for the letter,
that he might keep 1t always, but