Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-09-06
Cad's Correspondent.

I've such piece of news to tell
you! cried Lucia Payne, as she fut-
cred into the Densmore parlor like at
whirlwind, one morning; such piece
OF news! "Lottie Harper's married."
"You don't mean it," cried little Cad
Densmore, catching some of Lucia S
enthusiasm over the prospect of fresh
subject for gossip.
But do, though" answered Lu-
cia. :" You never could guess who to. {"
"Do tell entreated Cad.
GA young man from the city; his
name is Sherwood. Such q romantic
affair, too. You know Lottie used to
sclibble for the papers little; we'll,
this Sherwood found out her address
from some newspaper office, and wrote
to her. She answered his letter, and a
correspondence sprung up between
them, and the end of it is, they're mar
ried. It's just like story, isn't it, for
all the world?
Exactly" responded Cad. eff 1
could write stories, now, instead of
poetry, I'd make it into an article for
the next weeks '!Seninel.' "A story
from real life;' OF, "a true story you
know. Wouldn't that sound nice ?"
"Of course it would" said Lucia,
very decidedly. But 1 must run
over and tell the McGregor girls. 1
thought must let you all know about
it, it's SO romantic
dear me, )" sighed Cad, after Lucia
had gone, chow nice it must be to
have correspondent that one doesn't
know anything about. It's so much
more interesting than to get letters
from some one you know. don't see
why l can't have one. The next piece
of poetry / send to the office, I'm 60
ing to put my post office address to,
and see if some one won't write to me. +"
Cad sat down that very afternoon
and wrote piece of poetry for the vii
lage paper signing only, c. N. d.. and
adding the name of her post-otfice.
This she sent off, hoping that it would
attract somebody's attention and Sc
cure hera correspondent.
Cad could hardly believe her senses
when Tom, her sixteen-year old broth
er, brought her a letter about two
weeks after that, addressed to &C. N.
ID. in strange hand.
&C 1t must be from some one who saw
my poetry" cried Cad, with sparkling
eyes; " do you suppose it is, Tom?"
"Open it and see" said Tom; that's
the best way to tell.'
Full OF eager impatience, Cad tore
open the envelope, and drew out q
sheet OF paper closely written over in a
very peculiar, scratching hand.
cts signed Kirk Wood" announced
Cad, after an inspection of the last
page" pretty name isn't it ?-And-
yes-he does want to correspond with
me, for he says, Having read some of
your beautiful poems in the Sentinel
published in your village, am anxious
to know something of their fair au-
thoress. The editor of that paper with
whom 1 have slight acquaintance.
told me that the writer of the poems,
which SO much admired, was charm
ing young lady, but would not reveal
her name. When the last one came
out with the initials &C. N. D. at
tached, and the address of it's authors
post-office, I resolved to write, and
woul d like to correspond for the sake
OF mutual improvement, and a desire
on my part to know more of the fair
poetess. Isn't it nice, Tom?"
81 don't see any remarkable indica-
tions of genius about it," answered
Tom, trying hard to conceal an evident
desire to laugh.
81 didn't mean anything of that
kind" said Cad, Indignantly" meant
the idea of having an unknown cor
respondent"
"Yes-very nice," answered Tom,
fastening to make his exit. Something
seemed to give him a great deal of
amusement, for he made extraordinary
mods and grimaces to the hat-rack, and
went through a series of chuckles, and
ended by performing a double-shuffle
on the door mat, ending with the dec
iaratlon that he knew it was going to
be jolly. 800
That evening Cad answered Mr.. Kirk
Woods letter. In a week she had
another from him. After that +boy