Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1876-01-12

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But don't you wish you could ?
| Sweetest eyes were ever SEEM so Max
calls them-not that I'm bit proud Of
them! Aren't those gloves perfect MT?
A philopena gift from Mr.. Mushroom.
Now Pm going out and YOU may finish
| the letter and leave it for me TO read.
know it will be a gem Max says my
letters always are Ha! ha! He says it
ceive one. So consider yourself compli
vented"
Poor Max, indeed, Didn't Just tell
you that he's rich as Cr9sus, whoever he
was? BY the way, if I'm not here early
you had better send the letter off to catch
the evening mail-he'll be so sorry not to
receive one tomorrow"
And isn't there anything in particular
that you wish me to say in it? Can't you
tell you it's no fool of a job to wri te love-
letter to man you never saw
ooh! you always hit upon the right
him always and loved him dearly"
But just give me a message Of your
own" pleaded Silvia.
vi. well, lCll llC ldsl DOOk Iic StIit
me was absorbing-of course it was or he
wouldn't have sent it, and you mustknow
for saw you reading it; really haven't
had time to open it-but you needn't add
that"
"Ohl dear, dear"
"Why did you buy it at that prioe?"
laughed Luna.
Cant you say anything-anything
&C. 7 Il all 81,
sort of thing in cold bloods'
Why, don't travel out of your way to
say spooney things; write naturally, just
as If we were talking together, he and ~
How do know what you would say
to him if you were talking together?"
How can tell you in cold blood y
Can't you imaginos"
II may compromise you; l may be too
gushing or too trigie
Never fear. The King can do no
wrong. There's his last letter; maybe it
will give you the cue. | declare, if you
make such fuss l shall be sorry ever
set you about it,
81 am sorry already"
The bargains made and the money IS
paid" murmured Luna, Significantly, as
she closed the door.
Silvia opened his last letter" and
sighed What a pleasant one II was, to be
sure, and how little appreciated. Sweet
ness wasted on the desert air Surprising
it were her own. Would anyone ever
write TO her like that? A genuine love-
letter, meant for no eye but his sweet
hearts, yet how desecrated.
The old line said Men were deceivers
ever" Had they taught women the
crafty Here was she protesting senti-
ments she did not feel, to a man she had
never seen. Was not the sin as much
hers as Luna'ss Ought she not to resign
her situation, rather, and trust to Provi-
dence for anotherg But there were the
twins-two little baby sisters, with only
her to look to, only her between them and
the .poor-house Had she right to jeop-
| ardize their welfare for a scruple, as Luna
had limited? This was not the first time,
to be sure, that she had lent herself to the
| fraud; but on each occasion she had
wrestled with herself and had been
worsted by necessity. In fact, she had
been trapped into it at the beginning,
Luna had yawned one day and said
"Come, Silvia dear; Max has been away
a fortnight and l haven't written him
| once. We were never separated before
never wrote him line in my life; but,
goodness, how his letters are accumuat-
ing!" tossing halt-score on the table,
land something must be done. | hate
writing. | was never taught. | learned
to tiirt and dance and partey uous in board.
| ing-school. l learned small talk-verv
small falkland crochet; but my hand.
writing is all pothooks and skewers Max
would never speak to me again If he once
caught sight of it: | know he wouldn't.
And as to composition, | can't say boo
| to goose, on paper! | haven't any head
| for it. And his letters are real poems
| Do dash off something, that's "a love
Let me see what you'd say, surprising
| you had a lover like Max-which would
be an impossibility, of course. But there
are his letters. Read them"
And so, in frolic vain, Silvia dashed
off love-let,er in the merriest mood to
an unknown Max, with just enough love
| in it for tavoring and coquetry, just
enough TO .antalize and make a man S
mouth water for more, and signed il
"your devoted Moonshine,r IN travesty OF
| Luna's name.
"Spendidn' cried Luna, reading it over
Slvia's shoulder. . What practice you
must have had"
Z" never wrote love-letter in my lite,''
said Silvia.
why, what are you going to do?
asked Luna, precipitately, arresting
the half-dred sheet that Silvia waved in
the air.
6 Tear it up. of course
| " Never! It's work Of art Let me
read it again, myself, before you make
away with it.
But Silvia fired with indignation later
when she learned that my lady Luna
had dispatched the letter to Max as her
| own.
" oh how could you: How could you?''
cried Silva
. 1t was just the easiest and the neatest