“Well, it’s not the first time a woman has been deceived in a man,” replied Hale cynically. “What did she marry for in such an all-fired hurry? I am sorry for Judith, but she must ‘dree her weird.’”
Whatever reply Latimer intended making was interrupted by the entrance of a clerk.
“This special delivery letter has just come for you, sir,” he explained handing it to Latimer. Then, with a polite bow to John Hale, of which the latter took not the slightest notice, the clerk departed.
Latimer tore open the envelope and ran his eyes down the written page to the signature. An exclamation escaped him.
“It is from Judith,” he said. “Listen:”
Dear Frank:
I gave my Valve bonds to Joe to use as he saw fit, and he tells me that he took the shares to you and you were kind enough to arrange the business for him, so I shall not need the $1,000 after all.
Please don’t tell the family that I’ve become a bit of a gambler; Joe doesn’t quite approve of a woman speculating, but—he’s dear about it.
Thanks for all your kindness.
Faithfully,