Frostburg mining journal., 1883-09-29
Il GIRL s LETTER.

nho" Mcub CauoeiuB tulS uiOIuluB,
and just after / returned we went to
Lena Randolph's Jordan's pond picnic
and stayed all day. Lena is just too
awfully sweet for anything to me, on
account of Mr.. Rathbone. He is the
one | wrote you about Thursday even.
ing. Do you know, he has the loveliest
eyes l think ever saw-except Archie's,
Of course. BY the way, quite forgot
to tell you that Archie and Carrie Van
Salmon must have had quarrel. for
yesterday lie sat smoking cigarette on
the piazza when she was not twenty
feet away, and he did not go up to even
speak to her for at least quarter OF an
hour. And then he rushed up and pre-
tended he had not seen her, and they
went down to the rocks together, and
she kept him there until half an hour
after his engagement with me- Isn't
she just the most odious girl, Lurlie? =?
OF course / would have been furious,
but Mr.. Rathbone came up ten minutes
before the hour, and really forgot all
about my engagement with Archie
until he reminded me of it. Mr.. Rath
bone is just the loveliest man here. He
is tall and slender and plays tennis and
has dark eyes and the sweetest white
flannel suits you ever saw. Lurlie. We
talked about love at first sight. and he
said that with his passionate. southern
nature, to love woman at all was TO
love her madly, wildly. absolutely, the
first time he saw her. And then he
looked away from me with such q
Jroop,y ,,oaf;o far.oH 1onl, tbof ,,No;
lively felt thrill go through me until
papa came up and asked whose pug
that was fighting with the yellow dog
in front of the telegraph Office Just as
if Mr.. Rathbone was really looking at a
dog fight while talking so to mel He
has such sad expression in his eyes
too, Lurlie. am sure he has his
tory. What dreadfully heartless
woman she must have been-dont you
think so, Lurlie? Mamie says that
Lulu Savage, who is from Richmond,
you know, told her that Mr.. Rathbone
fell regularly in love with every new
girl he met, but I know that Lulu Saw
age has always been saying something
malicious about everybody ever since
Paul Heman snubbed her and engaged
himself to May Livingston-hasn't she,
Lurlie? But haven't told you about
the picnic! You see it was very small
only three buck boards and Archie's
dog-cart. There was Lena Randolph
and that horrid little Gregory Jones
he gave lunch in her honor on his
new yacht, last Tuesday, you know
Maude Halcombe and Harry Forbes
the way he carries on with her is just
breaking Mamie's heart Lulu Savage
and Arthur Penwright is from
Chicago, you know, but they say he is
rich Alicia Woodland and Charlie
Hattan-Alicia is Baltimore girl and
the men Just rave about her complexion.
/ wish she'd wash her face and let me
see it Then there were Stetson Bos-
we'll and Gertrude Bliss, Gordon Rob.
inson and old Miss Peplow, DIR. Allyn
and Miss Andrews she is an English
girl and perfectly lovely-and Mr.. and
Mrs. Bliss chaperoned us-hasn't she
the vilest cackle for laugh you ever
heard, Lurlie? 1t nearly drove me
wild. OF course expected to go with
Archie, but do you know what that
uH Dllc 6ob
Archie to:take her off for little ride
about half hour before the picnic
started, and kept him dawdling around
the Indian camp buying baskets and
getting her fortune told until every
body was getting into the blackboard,
and of course my partner was absent.
Well, as l hadn't made positive en-
gagement with Archie, was able toask
Mr.. Rathbone. just as we took our
seats, up drove Archie, and he ex-
planned that his watch must have been
fifteen minutes slow. but know Carrie
Van Salmon set it back, for I noticed
the other day she held it while he was
climbing the rocks at Great Head. She
did look too Indignantly happy for
anything when they drove up, and she
had the audacity, when she heard that
Archie and / had a half engagement to
60 together, to insist on my taking her
place In the dGg-cart. But of course
smiled and looked Indifferent, and said
it was all right, though / could have
bitten her head otf-couldn't you,
Lurlie? wasn't so much disappointed,
after ALL because Mr.. Rathbone was
with me, and the way his great, dark,
splendid eyes lighted up when he saw
the matter settled, made me positively
happy. / wish you could see him,
Lurlie.
When We got to Jordan's pond over
that dreadful bumpy road, we went out
rowing in some miserable little leaky
boats, and Mr.. Rathbone told me his
first name was Cecil-isn't that sweet
and said he thought Gwendolyn the
most rapturousiy musical name he ever
heard, and he begged me to let him call
me Miss Gwendolyn-when we were
alone, of course-and l said l would,
and he looked up at the blue sky with
that soft, dreamy expression, repeated
my name in whisper to himself, and
then asked me if 1 would care very
much if he smoked a cigarette. Then,
after he lit the cigarette, he said / re-
minded him Of a poem by Owen Mere
dith, Madame La Marquise," and he
was just going to tell me why, when
that vile little Gregory Jones hooted
out to us from shore that lunch was
ready, and of course we had to go back
and eat stuffy old sandwiches and
pickles under tree, and 1 had fourteen
caterpillars and three bugs drop right
down my back, and Mr.. Rathbone was
so busy picking them off that ho couldn't
eat anything but some hard boiled eggs
and little cake. Archie wasn't there,
but Maude Halcombe told me that he
went MOUNTAIN climbing with Mamie
and Charlie Haitian and Carrie Van
Salmon. They had not returned when