The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-04-25

| to pretend to find such an interest in nv,
rambling letter! | show my grateful an
probation by answering yours at once. |
| do not like to think how soon (Slis lovely
summer will have ended, and my iourney
| back TO civilization commenced! But do
| long to see you and tell you all l can NOT
write. And so I really excited in yonr
breast a wild desire to see Mr.. Wyndham?
| You would detest him, l know; and he
would disapprove you from your Langtry
| bang to your Louis Quinze heels, so Won
can imagine how little l should love to be
the means of bringing you to-
| gether. | have grown to know him
quite well and like him better every time
we meet. He is so genuine, so honest and
! frank, that he is like a new element in NV
| life. Ny set of men at home are so detesta
| bic, worldly and blase. Yes, l like him.
know him, he is so little of a woman's
man. After that day on the veranda-of
! which | wrote you, did | not?-we met
| several times casually, when one day, to
my surprise he asked me to drive over the
| scene of our first meeting with HMM his
| Garland that jaunt completely broke the
ice. So have driven with him, and ridden
Mr.. Forbes horse, and spent one delightful
day on his ranch O, that day. l give
sigh of happiness every time | think of it.
| Mr.. Wyudham had couple of men from
| Cheyenne stopping with him, and one
evening, when they had all been dining at
the hotel, he suggested to aunty that she
bring Leslie Stephens-with whom, by the
| way, | am very intimate, she is Philadel-
phia girl, and very pretty-and your
| humble servant over to his quarters next
| day for luncheon. Although poor, dear
Aunt Mary questioned the propriety of
| visiting Bachelors Hall, we persuaded her
to our way of thinking, and went.
The road to the ranch lies through the
/ = nn+ lyrh s,oY ift,l
miles, which aunty and the boys took in a
| carriage, and Leslie and | in the saddle,
| we reached the dearest little log-house
with veranda across the front furnished
with lounging chairs and a hammock to
make it inviting. A tiny lake within two
hundred feet of the house added to the
| plctureSqueneSS, and the glorious old
mountains and brilliant blue sky com
pleted the scene. Our host and his friends,
| Mr.. Beale and Mr.. Richards, met us on
the veranda-helped us dismount and took
| US inside, where we were served with
sherry and crackers.
After lovely hour spent out of doors we
sat down to as dainty lunch as heart
| could desire, in the sunniest of dining
rooms, which is worthy OF being described.
1t looks out upon the lake, and is not more
| than twelve feet square. On one side is a
! great bay window, and on the other an
old-fashioned fire. place, with high, mar
row mantel over it. The china was all in
view in cupboards built in the walls. All
over the house the rafters are left in the
ceilings, and the plaster is rough dried,
which is really wonderfully effective.
| Besides this pretty dining room there is
the hall, trifle larger, which serves as a
| living room. 1t also has q fire. place, and
a great log was burning on the andirons
the day we were there. The hall is fur
nished with great easy-chairs, two luxu-
rlous couches, quantities of skins, and a
few really fine etchings. All over the
house Navajo blankets hang as portieres.
but AL over the house" does not mean
much, as there are only three sleeping
rooms and kitchen besides those | have
described. There! Now that have done
justice to Mr.. Wyndham's abode, will go
back TO my tale. After luncheon we
roamed over the place, took row, swung
in the hammoCks, and had, in fact, a long,
idle, lovely day. Mr.. Beale brought out
MS banjo, and we sung q lot of old songs,
and finally at five o'clock we went home
escorted by all three men. Don't think,
my dear, that the fascinating Brantly has
succumbed to my clpe-ms. He likes me, |
fancy, as / like him, but there is not a YES
tige of a Irritation between us. This party
even was proposed by Mr. Richards, who is
dead IN love with Leslie, but l protited by
her attractions. Yet | am confident that
If in Mr.. Wyndham | have not even "half
lover" have "all a friend" which in
this unstable world would be far more de-
srable.
am making my plans to be at home in
two weeks. We are all vulgarly we'll.
Aunty longs to dwell in tents forever, and
my dear boys contemplate the return east
ward with means of dismay. With love to
Jim and your sweet self,
Your DEVOTED SISTER.
[Brantly Wyndham, Chicago, to John
Forbes, Somerset Club, London, En-
gland.
SEPTEMBER 27.-Dedr Jack: l suppose
Duncan wrote you that had started East
so you will not be surprised at the post
mark on this letter. Everything was so
satisfactorily finished up at the ranch that
| decided to come on to Chicago, settle
with tho commission men, and get TO New
y orS ten days before l sail. Perhaps this
will not reach you before am on the ocean,
for l am booked fs the Gallia the I'D.
have had a tremendous summer. Rich
ards was with me for six weeks, and he
did not get away until he had been taken
captive, bound and made slave by girl,
from the East somewhere, named Steph-
ems. The poor old man is completely gone,
and the only remedy | see for him is matri-
mony. Speaking of the fair sex, | met
Mrs. HARDWOOD after all, and knew her quite
well. The fact is we were thrown together
Dy cnanc6. her morse ran OH and left her
alone on the ranch road. l came along,
gave her the vacant seat in the cart, and
took her home. or course after that we
met more or less, and she is such sensi-
BILE little woman, with as much horror OF
Irritation and all that as have, that we
became good friends before the summer
was over.
That's right! Shout all you please
For, of course, you are making an ass of
yourself.
Richards wanted his love over for the
day, 80 / asked Mrs. Harwood with her
aunt and children TO join her and lunch
with us. The new china had come, SO we
could make decent enough appearance.
They seemed to enjoy themselves so thor
oughly that we repeated the invitation,
and had them all over 10 dinner, driving
home later by moonlight. Mrs. Harwood
has gone back to New York, so shall see
her before sail. Don't think am going
to be a second Benedict. Remember.
Beatrice did not have twins.
This is all stuff and nonsense, old man,
Your widow turned out to be Jolly little
woman, and improved my summer, but
have no intention of trying to replace the
late major. SO make your plans to meet
me in London, and early in November we
will start on our iaunt.
Business has been magnificent this wear.
We cleared fifty per cent.
Auf wiedersehen,
BRANTLY WYNDHAM.
Mrs. Alice Norwood, New York, to Mrs.