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"I am very sorry, Miss Mary, but hope you will find a comforting message in your cousin's." Gently he spoke, yet his eyes rested on Florence the while, and, with a suppressed sigh, he passed on. "Come to my room, Mary; it is strange the letters are postmarked the same day." And while she solves the mystery, let us glance at her former history.

About this time a letter forwarded from Santa Cruz, postmarked San Jose, reached me, telling of the return of the president and also the vice-president of the board of rescue home managers, and urging my return for a conference with them in regard to much renovation and also enlargement of their borders, for the present home was now altogether inadequate to its necessities.

But because of my feeling toward Dicky's plans breakfast had been a formal affair. Then had come a special delivery letter for Dicky. He had read it twice, and was turning back for a third perusal when my query made him raise his eyes. "In a way, yes," he said slowly. Then after a pause. "Read it." He held out the letter. It was postmarked Detroit.

He told the editor also that the officer who offered this insult was in California, making it difficult to have a word from him upon the subject. The editor, in perplexity, sent the paragraph to General Pierce, who was at a loss how to prove the utter falsity of the whole story. But, behold, the next thing which he laid his hand upon, on his table, was a letter postmarked "California."

At noon the next day Prescott returned from the second drill of the forenoon. In his absence a mail orderly had been around. An envelope lay on the table addressed to Dick. "From Laura," he exclaimed in delight. "That'll cheer you some," smiled Greg. "Why it's postmarked from New York," continued Dick swiftly. "Whew! She must be headed this way!" Hurriedly Prescott tore the envelope open.

Poor little Warble she loved her Big Bill so fondly, and he only looked on her as something fatter than his dog, a little bigger than his cat. Timidly she proffered the trayed letter. "Oh, my Heavens!" and Petticoat smote himself, hip and thigh. "Where did you get this? Why was I not told sooner of its arrival? To me! And postmarked Lake Skoodoow-abskoosis! Home of my ancestors! Woman!

"SIR: With that candor due the character you have sustained as a soldier and a man of honor, and with the fairness of the latter, I address you. Inclosed is a copy of an anonymous letter postmarked New York, August 14, 1817, together with a publication taken from the Columbian, which accompanied the letter.

It was postmarked in New York, and felt heavy in his hand, and he opened it at last and found that the outer envelope inclosed another one on which his name and address were written in a handwriting once so familiar to him, and the sight of which made him start and breathe heavily for a moment as if the air had suddenly grown thick and burdensome.

The fat little coroner bustled forward, took the letter, and read it. He handed it to one of the jury. It was read and passed around. The letter was the one the promoter had received from the Dry Valley rancher threatening his life if he ever appeared again in that part of the country. "I notice that the letter is postmarked Denver," Cunningham suggested.

How freely the speech of the common people runs! Two or three things occurred during the Autumn which had some influence upon the fortunes of Barton. Five or six days after the trial, he received a letter, postmarked Auburn, which read as follows: "Beware of Greer. Don't listen to him. Be careful of your associations."