"It is needless to recall to you the fact that our wedded life has
been a failure. You have made my life miserable--ay, and that of my
sweet, motherless, tender little Faynie, until, in sheer
desperation, she has fled from her home on the night I write this,
and my grief is more poignant than I can well endure.
"You must feign neither surprise nor indignation when it is learned
that my will gives all my fortune to Faynie, save the amount set
aside for you.
"HORACE FAIRFAX."
"Well! By all that's wonderful, if this isn't a pretty how-do-you-do.
Mrs. Fairfax and her girl are penniless, and I came so near marrying
Claire. I have found this thing out quite in the nick of time. The girl
is clever enough, but it takes money, and plenty of it, to make me put
my head into the yoke of matrimony.
"I must find this will he speaks of. It will be here unless the woman
has been shrewd enough to destroy it, and women never are clever enough
to burn their telltale bridges which lie behind them, and that's how
they get found out--at last.
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