. 's mother : and some other people. hefell into somewhat nervous thought: Frances!When did you write your last letter to MissBlake, R. Day before yesterday; I dont have to do itagain for five days, R. J. congratulated himself. Ill write in a day or two myself; I think myeyes are equal to it now, Mr. Roberts his eyes—or something else—put the letteroff so that the hated bulletin fell to poor R. all. Just say I am getting better; Tilwrite myself, later, Mr. Roberts said. R. , and got through his task as quickly aspossible: Mr. Roberts says his eyes are some bett
. 's mother : and some other people. hefell into somewhat nervous thought: Frances!When did you write your last letter to MissBlake, R. Day before yesterday; I dont have to do itagain for five days, R. J. congratulated himself. Ill write in a day or two myself; I think myeyes are equal to it now, Mr. Roberts his eyes—or something else—put the letteroff so that the hated bulletin fell to poor R. all. Just say I am getting better; Tilwrite myself, later, Mr. Roberts said. R. , and got through his task as quickly aspossible: Mr. Roberts says his eyes are some better. Hesays the weather is warm here. He hopes you arewell. He is well. He can read some. He andmother are to be married on Tuesday. Yours truly, R. J. Holmes. When Miss Frances Blake read that lettershe really felt faint. It took her severalminutes to get her wits together sufficiently toburst into tears; but the tears relieved her, andbetween her sobs she said to the Blake cousin,who, terrified, was offering smelling-salts: *It 46. l HAVE ALWAYS SAID HE WOULD DO IT R. J/S MOTHER is just what I said wotdd happen. I am per-fectly prepared for it. But what ? Prepared for what ? DearFrances, what is it? Do control yourself!—you alarm me. * You may well be alarmed, said Miss sainted Nettie! But I am not will bear me witness that I have alwayssaid he would do it. An illuminating flash of memory informedMiss Harriet. You dont mean, she gasped,that Nat is going to be—married f I do. Nathaniel Roberts is faithless to mysisters memory. And not content with that,he insults that memory by choosing a chamber-maid as his second wife. The Blake cousin gasped. Nathaniel ? Achambermaid? Impossible! The ensuing ex-planation assisted her to get her breath. Idont believe it is a chambermaid; I know Nat:and I wont believe it. Miss Harriets anger,the slow anger of a gentle person, was mountingin her eyes. I think you are very hard on have always thought so. Why
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