I will be out soon."
Finally Mabel pressed her handkerchief to her eyes and murmuring
some sort of unintelligible excuse she rushed indoors.
She was met in the hall by Cora.
"Why, what is it, Mabel?" she asked, putting her arms about the
sobbing one.
"Oh, I cannot stand it," wailed Mabel. "The disgrace!"
"What disgrace?"
"The--that--man!" she stammered. "But I must go back to Jeannette.
I am afraid she is losing her mind. Of course, you could not go
with me, Cora. It would be too much after your hard afternoon. But
Jeannette got your letter."
"Yes? I hope she understood it."
Mabel tried to dry her eyes. "I suppose she did if any one could
understand such a thing," she replied. "But to think it is in the
Chelton paper!"
"When was it in?" Cora asked.
"It will be out to-morrow!" replied the tearful one.
"To-morrow," Cora repeated thoughtfully. "Perhaps Jack could stop
it. He is well acquainted with the editor."
"Oh, if he only could," and Mabel brightened up. "That's what makes
Jeannette feel so dreadfully."
"It was very unfortunate," Cora said. "He is a dangerous man."
"Dangerous! I think he should he put in jail," declared Mabel
hotly.
"But it is so difficult to catch such people," Cora remarked. "You
could scarcely name your charge against him?"
"Name it? Never!" exclaimed the girl.
"There you are. One woman who might put him in jail flies off to
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