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MAIL ORDER FRANK
Mrs. Ismond had a worn yellow sheet of paper in her hand.
"Markham," she said, in a sad, pained way. "I was getting out some neckties for you, and by mistake opened the bureau drawer where he kept his belongings. I found this."
"What is it, mother?" asked Frank, taking the paper from her hand. He saw for himself, and his face turned quite as white and troubled as her own.
"Too bad—too bad," said Frank, looking down at the time-worn sheet of paper in a disheartened way.
