I left on the next train and have been a resident of Chicago ever since.
Please write me at once, Stella, and tell me all that has happened to you since last we met.
Yours as of old,
Inez.
TALE FIFTEEN.
AS TOLD TO A CLERGYMAN.
“The night has a thousand eyes,
The day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.