The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1886-07-25
THE ROMANCE OF A LETTER.

when Young man, VINO had been sltung
with bat drawn over his brows, apparently
thinking deeply, started up, hastily thrust
his hand into his inner coat pocket, and,
with an exclamation, drew out dainty
letter, addressed in feminine hand.
"Just as | expected, (" he grumbled. "Of
course forgot It'll Why didn't ] think of
i: before left Newark might have
mailed it there Now there's nothing to
do but to tell Clara that forgot it. And
of course it is important. or she would
never have hurried il off with that blot on
the corner"
sWaverly r called out the brakeman.
The young man arose, and, with the
letter in his hand, left the car. At this
moment carriage containing lady and
gentleman drove up to the station.
There's Willisl'' exclaimed the young
man. He must be going to the city; I'll
get him to mali it, Hello, Whilst Going
into town.
"Ah, Bennett, how are you? Yes, my
wife thinks she must hear Salyini tonight.
Anything can do for your
"Why, yes, if it would not trouble you
This letter was handed me this morning,
and, as usual, forgot to mail it. 1t is
quite important, and if you'd just drop it
in a box for me. I'd be greatly obliged. =
Certainly; no trouble at ell !"
Mr.. Willis took the letter, put it in his
inner breast coat pocket, and hurried away
TO his train, which bad just arrived, Char
lie Bennett passed down the broad walk
to his home, feeling that the possible re-
suits of bis forgetfulness would never
occur.
A week later, small company were
assembled in Mr.. Willis's parlor.s A young
married lady, who had that day found in
her husbands pocket letter that she had
given him several days before to mail,
made the statement that she believed
every man in the room had in his pocket
missives that he had been intrusted with
and had wholly forgotten. Mr.. Willis
denied the charge, and offered to prove
that as far as he was concerned, at least,
it was an unjust accusation.
One by one he emptied his pockets of
letters, which were all addressed to him
self, except the last, delicate letter, with
tiny blot on one corner This bore the
address Of Henry Milford, 1913 West -
street, New York"
A look of astonishment crept over his
face, followed by one of dismay, as be
recalled the day that Charlie Bennett had
intrus I'D him with an important letter to
mail This must be the one, though he
had not noticed the address. Followed
by peals of laughter, he fastened from the
room with an indefinite desire to do some
thing, he scarcely knew what, to rectify
his error. What should he do? Should
he harness up at this late hour and drive
IN Narvori- ,rcf IN 4 l..
letter, or should he walk over to the sta
ton on the chance of finding some one
going to town? Just at this moment he
saw IN the moonlight a man hurrying
along the walk toward the station, and,
recognizing neighbor, he said:
All, Grey, is that you? Are you going
to town."
Yes, am going to Boston, and l am
trying to catch the night train. Anything
l can do for your"
why, yes; if you will just mail let
ter for me, will be obliged. You can
drop it in box as you go along. 1t will
not delay you"
.'Oh, it will be no trouble at all"
So, once more the letter was placed in a
breast pocket and started for New York.
1t was destined, however, to take a much
longer journey. Mr. Grey found himself
pressed for time, and in his haste entirely
forgot the letter Returning home one
morning, ten days later, he caught sight
of Mr.. Willis taking the train for New
York. The sight of him recalled the for
gotten letter. Stepping to the office win
dow, he addressed the agent, who stood
inside:
i say, Smith, want you to do me a
favor. Will you give this letter to some
one who is going on the next train? 1t is
very important letter, and must be
mailed at once
I'll attend to it. Harris always goes in
on the next train. He'll take it,
sTell him not to forget it."
.ssOh, he won't forget. He's always
doing errands for somebody
Much relieved, Mr. Grey continued
homeward, and Mr.. Smith put the letter
up over his desk, where he would be sure
to see it when Mr.. Harris came. But, for
some reason, Harris did not come. Smith
catching sight of the letter the next morn
ing, concluded that, as he was going to
town in the afternoon, he would not
intrust it to any one else, for fear it might
be forgotten, as Grey had said it was inn
portant. The letter was therefore con-
signed to Mr.. Smiths pocket, just before
he went to dinner.
AS he arose from the table his wife
remarked
You are not going to town with that
coat on Leave it here, and will sew on
those buttons while you are gone.
Obedient to the wishes of his wife,
Smith put on his Sunday coat, forgetting
to transfer his papers from the old one.
While Mrs. Smith was working upon it.
the papers fell to the floor. She picked
them up and carefully laid them in a
drawer, where they remained until Smith
asked for them several days later. Look
ing them over, he discovered the letter to
Henry Milford.
'sNow, that is too bad Unjust give this
to the first person that goes to town
to-day.
1t CHANGED that the first person who
appeared was Charlie Bennett. To him