A Love-KnotMr. Nathaniel Clark and Mrs. Bowman had just finished their third game of draughts. It had been a difficult game for Mr. Clark, the lady's mind having been so occupied with other matters that he had had great difficulty in losing. Indeed, it was only by pushing an occasional piece of his own off the board that he had succeeded.
"A penny for your thoughts, Amelia," he said, at last.
Mrs. Bowman smiled faintly. "They were far away," she confessed.
Mr. Clark assumed an expression of great solemnity; allusions of this kind to the late Mr. Bowman were only too frequent. He was fortunate when they did not grow into reminiscences of a career too blameless for successful imitation.
"I suppose," said the widow, slowly—"I suppose I ought to tell you: I've had a letter."
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