The L'Anse sentinel., 1924-02-15


thing Of Its kind that pen had ever
written Webster had received one or
two heated epistles from the sex in
his time-your man Of gallantry can
hardly hope TO escape these unpleas-
antnesses-but none had got or the
mark quite SO swiftly. and with quite
SO much frlgid violence as this.
Thanks" said Sam. mechanically.
"Not at all. sir. You are very well
| come.
Sam resumed his reading. A cold
perspiration broke out on his fore
head. His toes curled, and something
seemed to be crawling down the small
OF his back. His heart had moved
from Its proper place and was now
beating In his throat. He swallowed
once or twice to remove the obstruc-
tion, but without success. A kind Of
pail had descended on the landscape.
blotting out the sun.
or all the rotten sensations In this
| world, the worst Is the realization
that q thousand-to-one chance has
come of, and caused our wrong-doing
to be detected. There had seemed no
possibility Of that little ruse of his be-
Ing discovered, and yet here was Billie
In full possession of the facts. 1t al
most made the thing worse that she
did not say how she had come into
possession Of them. This gave Sam
that feeling Of self-pity. that sense Of
having been ill-used by fate, which
makes the bringing home of crime SO
particularly poignant.
"Fine dayl" he muttered. He had
a sort of subconsci0us feeling that IL
was imperative to keep engaging Web
ster In light conversation.
Yes, sir. Weather still keeps up"
agreed the valet suavely.
Sam frowned over the note. He felt
injured. Sending fellow notes didn't
| give him chance. If she had come
In person and denounced him II would
not have been an agreeable experience,
but at least 1t would have been pos
sible then to have pleaded and cajoled
and-and all that sort Of thing. But
what could he do now? 1t seemed to
him that his only possible course was
to write note In reply, begging her
to see him. He explored his pockets
and found pencil and a scrap Of pa
per. For some moments he scribbled
desperately. Then he folded the note.
"Will you take this to Miss Bennett"
he said, holding 1t out
Webster took the missive, because
he wanted to read 1t later at his
leisure; but he shook his head.
useless, fear, SIR" he said gravely.
"What do you meanr
81 am afraid 1t would effect little
or nothing. sir, sending our Miss B.
notes. She Is not in the proper frame
of mind to appreciate them. saw
her face when she handed me the let
ter you have just read, and I assure
you. sir, she Is not In a malleabls
mood"
"You seem to know a lot about IL"
IL have studied the sex, sir" said
Webster modestly.
81 mean, about my business, con-
found It'll You seem to know all about
itP
"Why. yes sir, think may say that
have grasped the position Of affairs
And, If you will permit me to say so,
sir. you have my respectful sympathy"
Dignity Is a sensitive plant which
fourishes only under the fairest. condi-
tions. Sans had perished In the bleak
east wiAd Of Billie's note. In other
circumstances he might have resented
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most intimate concerns. His only
emotion now. was one of dull but dis
tinct gratitude. The four winds Of
heaven blew chilly upon his raw and
unprotected soul. and he wanted to
wrapsi 1t up In a mantle Of sympathy,
careless of the source from which he
borrowed that mantle. II Webster, the
valet, felt disposed. as he seemed to
indicate. to comfort HIM, let the thing
20 on. At that moment Sam would
have accepted condolences from a
coal HEAVIER.
II was reading story-one of the
Nosegay NOVELTIES; I do not know II
you are familiar With the series, sir7-
in which much the same situation oc-
Cured 1t was entitled Cupid or Man,
monl' The heroine, Lady Blanche Tre-
fusis, forced by. her parents to wed
wealthy suitor, dispatches note to
her humble lover. informing him IT
cannot be. / believe 1t often happens
like that. sir"
you're all wrong" said Sam. Its
not that at all"
Indeed. sirf ! supposed 1t was"
"Nothing like IL IL"
! Sans dignity, on Its death-bed, made
a last effort to assert ITSELF
II don't know what It's got to do
with you se $40
Precisely, sirlr said Webster. with
dignity. .@Just az you sayi Good af.
ternoon, sirr'
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