WHEN PIPPA PASSED
But when Mr. D came over, full of pleasant anticipation, it was only to hear of the shocking death of the boy, whose photograph, taken from a cheap gilt locket of Pippa's, he afterward used over the popular gift-card, "Dawn on the River."
"Couldn't even shoot himself like a gentleman," said Delafield roughly. "Jumping seven stories—pah!"
"But the poems—the poems?" urged the publisher, "surely they"
Anne took from the table an oblong tin biscuit-box and softly lifted the cover.
"Here are the poems," she said, pointing to a mass of fine, grey paper-ashes.
"He sent them to you?"
Mr. D's eyes lighted comprehensively; he glanced at the girl's white face and inscrutable dark-ringed eyes with a restrained sympathy.
"He sent them to my uncle," she replied quietly.
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