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made him read the girl's reply first of all。 Armiger wrote：
〃MY DEAR VERRIAN；I enclose two exhibits which will possess you of all
the facts in the case of the young lady who feared she might die before
she read the end of your story； but who； you will be glad to find； is
likely to live through the year。 As the story ends in our October
number； she need not be supplied with advance sheets。 I am sorry the
house hurried out a paragraph concerning the matter； but it will not be
followed by another。 Perhaps you will feel； as I do； that the incident
is closed。 I have not replied to the writer； and you need not return her
letter。 Yours ever；
〃M。 ARMIGER。〃
The editor's letter to the young lady read：
〃DEAR MADAM；Mr。 P。 S。 Verrian has handed me your letter of the 4th； and
I need not tell you that it has interested us both。
〃I am almost as much gratified as he by the testimony your request bears
to the importance of his work； and if I could have acted upon my instant
feeling I should have had no hesitation in granting it； though it is so
very unusual as to be； in my experience as an editor； unprecedented。 I
am sure that you would not have made it so frankly if you had not been
prepared to guard in return any confidence placed in you； but you will
realize that as you are quite unknown to us； we should not be justified
in taking a step so unusual as you propose without having some guarantee
besides that which Mr。 Verrian and I both feel from the character of your
letter。 Simply； then； for purposes of identification； as the phrase is；
I must beg you to ask the pastor of your church； or； better still； your
family physician； to write you a line saying that he knows you； as a sort
of letter of introduction to me。 Then I will send you the advance proofs
of Mr。 Verrian's story。 You may like to address me personally in the
care of the magazine； and not as the editor。
〃Yours very respectfully；
〃M。 ARMIGER。〃
The editor's letter was dated the 6th of the month； the answer； dated the
8th； betrayed the anxious haste of the writer in replying； and it was not
her fault if what she wrote came to Verrian when he was no longer able to
do justice to her confession。 Under the address given in her first
letter she now began； in； a hand into which a kindlier eye might have
read a pathetic perturbation：
〃DEAR SIR；I have something awful to tell you。 I might write pages
without making you think better of me； and I will let you think the worst
at once。 I am not what I pretended to be。 I wrote to Mr。 Verrian saying
what I did； and asking to see the rest of his story on the impulse of the
moment。 I had been reading it； for I think it is perfectly fascinating；
and a friend of mine； another girl； and I got together trying to guess
how he would end it； and we began to dare each other to write to him and
ask。 At first we did not dream of doing such a thing； but we went on；
and just for the fun of it we drew lots to see which should write to him。
The lot fell to me； but we composed that letter together； and we put in
about my dying for a joke。 We never intended to send it； but then one
thing led to another； and I signed it with my real name and we sent it。
We did not really expect to hear anything from it； for we supposed he
must get lots of letters about his story and never paid any attention to
them。 We did not realize what we had done till I got your letter
yesterday。 Then we saw it all； and ever since we have been trying to
think what to do； and I do not believe either of us has slept a moment。
We have come to the conclusion that there was only one thing we could do；
and that was to tell you just exactly how it happened and take the
consequences。 But there is no reason why more than one person should be
brought into it； and so I will not let my friend sign this letter with
me； but I will put my own name alone to it。 You may not think it is my
real name； but it is； you can find out by writing to the postmaster here。
I do not know whether you will publish it as a fraud for the warning of
others； but I shall not blame you if you do。 I deserve anything。
Yours truly；
〃JERUSHA PEREGRINE BROWN。〃
If Verrian had been an older man life might have supplied him with the
means of judging the writer of this letter。 But his experience as an
author had not been very great； and such as it was it had hardened and
sharpened him。 There was nothing wild or whirling in his mood； but in
the deadly hurt which had been inflicted upon his vanity he coldly and
carefully studied what deadlier hurt he might inflict again。 He was of
the crueller intent because he had not known how much of personal vanity
there was in the seriousness with which he took himself and his work。 He
had supposed that he was respecting his ethics and aesthetics； his ideal
of conduct and of art； but now it was brought home to him that he was
swollen with the conceit of his own performance； and that； however well
others thought of it； his own thought of it far outran their will to
honor it。 He wished to revenge himself for this consciousness as well as
the offence offered him； of the two the consciousness was the more
disagreeable。
His mother； dressed for the street； came in where he sat quiet at his
desk； with the editor's letters and the girl's before him； and he mutely
referred them to her with a hand lifted over his shoulder。 She read
them； and then she said； 〃This is hard to bear； Philip。 I wish I could
bear it for you； or at least with you； but I'm late for my engagement
with Mrs。 Alfred； as it isNo； I will telephone her I'm detained and
we'll talk it over〃
〃No； no！ Not on any account！ I'd rather think it out for myself。 You
couldn't help me。 After all； it hasn't done me any harm〃
〃And you've had a great escape！ And I won't say a word more now； but
I'll be back soon； and then weOh； I'm so sorry I'm going。〃
Verrian gave a laugh。 〃You couldn't do anything if you stayed； mother。
Do go！〃
〃Well〃 She looked at him； smoothing her muff with her hand a moment；
and then she dropped a fond kiss on his cheek and obeyed him。
IV
Verrian still sat at his desk； thinking； with his burning face in his
hands。 It was covered with shame for what had happened to him； but his
humiliation had no quality of pity in it。 He must write to that girl；
and write at once； and his sole hesitation was as to the form he should
give his reply。 He could not address her as Dear Miss Brown or as Dear
Madam。 Even Madam was not sharp and forbidding enough； besides； Madam；
alone or with the senseless prefix； was archaic； and Verrian wished to be
very modern with this most offensive instance of the latest girl。
He decided upon dealing with her in the third person； and trusting to his
literary skill to keep the form from clumsiness。
He tried it in that form； and it was simply disgusting； the attitude
stiff and swelling； and the diction affected and unnatural。 With a quick
reversio