But he entirely suppressed the more dramatic and ghastly details, and his own superstition and strange prepossession towards her.
Miss Sally took the articles without a tremor, or the least deepening or paling of the delicate, faint suffusion of her cheek.

When she had glanced over the letter, which appeared to be brief, she said, with smiling, half-pitying tranquillity:-- "Yes!--it WAS that poor Chet Brooks, sure! I heard that he was killed at Snake River.

It was just like him to rush in and get killed the first pop! And all for nothing, too,--pure foolishness!" Shocked, yet relieved, but uneasy under both sensations, Courtland went on blindly: "But he was not the only one, Miss Dows.

There was another man picked up who also had your picture." "Yes--Joyce Masterton.

They sent it to me.