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Jane Allen: Right Guard

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Springing to her feet, Jane dashed the offending letter to the floor, her cheeks scarlet with outraged innocence. "That was precisely my opinion when I read it," Mrs. Weatherbee sarcastically agreed. "But I never wrote it," stormed Jane. "That's not my signature. Besides the letter is typed. I would never have sent you a typed letter. Have you the envelope? What postmark was stamped upon it?" "It was postmarked 'New York.' No, I did not keep the envelope." "New York? Why, I came straight from Montana!" cried Jane. "I haven't been in New York since last Christmas." "I could not possibly know that. A letter could be forwarded even from Montana to New York for mailing," reminded the matron with satirical significance. "Then you still believe that I wrote _this_?" Jane's voice was freighted with hurt pride. Something in the girl's scornful, fearless, gray eyes, looking her through and through, brought a faint flush to the matron's set face. The possibility that Jane's
Justice in the By-Ways, a Tale of Life

CONTENTS. CHAPTER I.--Tom Swiggs' Seventh Introduction on board of the Brig Standfast, CHAPTER II.--Madame Flamingo-Her Distinguished Patrons, and her very respectable House, CHAPTER III.--In which the Reader is presented with a Varied Picture, CHAPTER IV.--A few Reflections on the Cure of Vice, CHAPTER V.--In which Mr. Snivel, commonly called the Accommodation Man, is introduced, and what takes place between him and Mrs. Swiggs. CHAPTER VI.--Containing Sundry Matters appertaining to this History, CHAPTER VII.--In which is seen a Commingling of Citizens, CHAPTER VIII.--What takes place between George Mullholland and Mr.
protest was honest had reluctantly forced itself upon her. She was not specially anxious to admit Jane's innocence, though she was now half convinced of it. "I hardly know what to believe," she said curtly. "Your denial of the authorship of this letter seems sincere. I should naturally prefer to believe that you did not write it." "I give you my word of honor as a Wellington girl that I did _not_," Jane answered impressively. "I cannot blame you for resenting it. It is most discourteous. I should be sorry to believe myself capable of such rudeness." "I will accept your statement," Mrs. Weatherbee stiffly conceded. "However, the fact remains that _someone_ wrote and mailed this letter to me. There is but one inference to be drawn from it." She paused and stared hard at Jane. Without replying, Jane again perused the fateful letter. As she finished a second reading of it, a bitter smile dawned upon her mobile lips. "Yes," she said heavily. "There is just one inference to be drawn from it--spite work. I had no idea that it would be carried to this length, though."