Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 (1904) (14802639093)

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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho



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Bose caught and pulled herback. How could they know? Youllget in much deeper. What had youwritten ? I said, 1 Dear Christopher — Bose laughed. Im glad you didntsay Dear Mr. Brander. In that caseyoud have given him away. Buti Christopher is such an unusual name,they might— Sherlock Holmes couldtrace him by it alone. You are a Jobs comforter—a perfectEliphaz the Temanite! Oh, oh! Hersoft crescendo was again tragic. In effect you said: i Dear Chris-topher, as you have so often entreated, Ihave at last decided to be thine. Thetinkle of thy shekels, now that I am sonearly shekelless myself, has done itsfatal worst. I am thine— Oh, let me go! Edith cried, in afury close to tears. You havent anyfeeling. You are not going to sacrificeyourself! To a good-looking young man wholoves me exceedingly, and to somethingover a million? No, I am not! Bosesaid, dryly. Oh, its dreadful! Perfectly! Edithcried, and on her indecision Bose hunganother bit of wisdom: Why dont you go down in a leisure-
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Half-tone plate engraved by F. A. Pettit HER EYES FOLLOWED ITS FLIGHT Vol. ClX.-No 650.—34 270 HARPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE. ly way and investigate? You know thedirection it blew away; follow it. If youmeet any one, be admiring the scenery! Again Ediths look deserved the foot-lights, but Rose shrugged her shouldersand withdrew her detaining hand. Edithcaught up her parasol and ran down thestairs. The big hall was empty. Froma room on the right came a click ofbilliard-balls. Perhaps they are all in the house!she thought, and drew a small breathof relief. On the door-step she paused, with herparasol open, and considered. The housefaced the west; her room was to thesouth, and the letter had disappearedto the east. She chose her line of ad-vance carefully careless. The lawn on the eastern side of thehouse sloped to an artificial pond, andnear it a vine - covered summer - housemade a dim retreat from the June sun.Look as she would, though, no faint-est glimpse of white paper rewardedher gaze