Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 196: what you’re looking at

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Sea a oe Bert Pasha’ Reven ee. IOI 9 a oe ys e ae is Eat Wed te; ‘i a Men ress, which he ‘bad already prepared, in his pocket. You . gee by this he expected to meet her. Louise, I regret to say, » like most of her class, proved corruptible—took the bribe and : - agitation, read it, and by some strange infatuation did not 5 s Edestroy it. That afternoon, closely veiled and plainly dressed, she Went out, on foot and alone. Louise, scenting a P aceret, followed her, saw her enter Union Square, and meet Mr. R. B. They seated themselves in a quiet corner, and in- ; - dulged in a long talk. Mr. R. B.} Louise says, seemed in- 5 solently familiar, laughed and smoked through the whole in- terview, while Mrs. Bartram cried behind her veil, and looked - frightened and distressed. They parted about dusk, and, the _ girl says, you barely missed encountering them, for you | phia. And now comes the most painful part of my painful a _ Story. To-day while arranging some trifles in Mrs. Bartram’s _ chamber I found a crumpled paper on the floor. Almost un- my horror to find it the note delivered to Louise by R. B., _ insolently familiar in tone, and signed Roysten Darrell. My _ first impulse was to give it to. Mrs. B. and say nothing more F about it; but upon second thoughts [ found such a course | _ would be basest injustice and ingratitude to you, my kind friend and employer. I sat down and copied it—that copy please find inclosed. I cannot comprehend its strange insin- e Pie original document in my hand and went to look for your - meaning smile, she was in the drawing-room, entertaining Mr. R. B. I knocked at the door; they did not hear me. I r Bs ocked again; still they were so absorbed in conversation . that it was ‘unheeded. I turned the handle to enter. As I : did so, these words, spoken by Mr. R. B., reached:me plainly: ~~“ <T owe Alwyn Bartram more than one old erudge, but I . ‘don’t bear malice. We won’t tell him, and he'll never know - you were once my wife.’ Sees | stood stunned. At the same instant the man’s sharp “ey es saw me; he sprang up, and addressed me with insolent insults. His words left me but one dignified alternative. I ¥ passed from the room, came straight to my own, and sat leg own to write you this. 4 “Now, dear Mr. Bartram, [ earnestly trust you will not eons with me. I am but doing what I feel my duty. Com ah ack, I entreat—come back at once, before this dread- ful sez andal becomes public. There is some terrible mystery » be revealed; for pity’s sake, come back and find it out. = BS dctivared the note. “Mrs. Bartram received it with much _ passed her, with your friend, Mr. Waldron, a few minutes — after they separated. Next morning you left for Philadel- - consciously I picked it up and glanced over it. Judge of. uations; perhaps you can do: so. Having copied it, I took _wife-to return it. Louise met me, and informed me with a_ a (E(0) ra peeks ee Ni ea | comicbooks : ad . vies ¥ | ~ ao a ae a . . ee wt a ae ~ = S wadl rd . es) 9 Pxych oo es r Vie: oad 4) ae ae ‘ee SA