KATE Adam Bates read that note to himself, stretching every inch of his six feet six, his face a dull red, his eyes glaring.

Then he turned to his wife and daughter.
"Is Kate gone?
Without proper clothing and on borrowed money," he demanded.
"I don't know," said Mrs.Bates.

"I was hoeing potatoes all forenoon." "Listen to this," he thundered.

Then he slowly read the note aloud.
But someway the spoken words did not have the same effect as when he read them mentally in the first shock of anger.

When he heard his own voice read off the line, "I hope it makes you mad enough to burst," there was a catch and a queer gurgle in his throat.