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It was while smarting under these criticisms that the steward one morning in June brought him his letters. One was from Monteith Class of '9l a senior when Muggles was a freshman and was postmarked "Wabacog, Canada," where Monteith owned a lumber mill and where he ran it himself and everything connected with it from stumpage to scantling.

You have no idea who sent it?" "None, dear. It was in a strange, scrawly hand, and was postmarked Paddington." "It is a mystery I am powerless to explain," Jack said dismally. "To the best of my knowledge I have not an enemy in the world. I can recall no one who would wish to do me an ill turn. And the writer lied foully if he gave me a bad character, Madge. Where is the letter?"

Lynde started on politics. She had a letter for Marilla, postmarked from a town in British Columbia. "It's probably from the children's uncle," she said excitedly, when she got home. "Oh, Marilla, I wonder what he says about them." "The best plan might be to open it and see," said Marilla curtly.

He handed it up, thin, much creased and much bestamped and postmarked. Miss F. Day New York. Or return to M. Z. Smather 2 Montrose Lane, Brooklyn, N. Y.

"I ain't late it was Mrs. Crocker she kept me." Penhallow selected two letters postmarked West Point, and opening one as he went in to the breakfast-room, said, "My dear, it is rather satisfactory quite as much as could be expected." "Well, James! What is rather satisfactory? You are really exasperating at times."

If he had looked under Desiree's pillow, he would have found there a letter postmarked Cairo, wherein lay the secret of that happy change. Four pages signed by Frantz, his whole conduct confessed and explained to his dear little Zizi. It was the very letter of which the sick girl had dreamed.

He had been lying there for an hour thinking about Lorraine and wondering whether she would ever be told what her exact relation to the Marquis de Nesville was, when a maid brought him two letters, postmarked Paris. One he saw at a glance was from his sister, and, like a brother, he opened the other first. "DEAR JACK, I am very unhappy. Sir Thorald has gone off to St.

Excusing himself to the Prince he opened it; it was postmarked from the station office at Schnapps, and it read thus "I have gone home. Charlotte." It was no use; the surprise of it was too much for him. "She has run off!" he ejaculated; the compromising phrase had slipped out before he was aware. "Who?" cried his wife, though knowing quite well. "Charlotte; she has gone home."

What was their glee to see among Jamie's papers, one morning, a letter in the familiar feminine hand! "Jamie's foreign mail has come!" the word went round. "I thought it must be on its way," said the second bookkeeper; "haven't you noticed his looks lately?" "The letter is postmarked New Orleans," said the messenger boy, turning it over. But it was felt this went beyond friendly sympathy. "Mr.

For a moment he lapsed into dreams; then, reaching out, he picked up the second letter, postmarked over a year before, and examined it idly. The very hour of its collection was recorded "Ferry Sta. 1.30 A. M." and the date he could never forget. Written on that very same day, and yet its message had never reached him!