Soou a little boy, witb a lighted Ian-
th uabio ol -Ur. Mi'initU t' asked which seemed to dauoe up and down
he, sloppiug hit hors. I said 'yet,
'fhoii you will uiuoli ubliie uie by
mrio ihit loiter to Mist Violet Men
ninir. ie!ling burte read it attentively.'
He gave uo ibis litr, and then he
put 1-p jfS' to Ins bnrte, and a ion
h r-o o I rider wer hi t bobiod a
clmi I nf dust.''
Metoome stopped and .hsndel a
letter to Violet, wlio hastily opi-ood
the envelope, aud spproaohing the
liithisJ lamp that stood upon a tid
board, she began to read.
A sitrdout grin spread ovsr tb
faeo of Miitoome whoa ba eaw tb
oolljr leave tb ohe-iks of the mai
dsn, sad bis too a nod aa exul
tant expression as tba tears fall over
ber obeeks opon toe paper aue ueiu
ia ber trorabliog band.
"It is not true. Oi ut (led I it
. . (.
ia oot trae. lie never oouia wnie
suoh heartless words oa these let
it is baud writiog, moaned Violet,
as the letter dropped front ber
band.
"What is not trae. Mies Man-
ninor f asUed Metoome, approwh-
Ing ber with a cat-like step and lay
ing bia larga coarse nana upon oer
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