The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-16

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 She feels little difident about an- swering this letter. She has written just for sport, because Lily asked her to, never imagining it would entail others, and this seems rather serious. However, after several days she takes up her pen, feeling trife guilty, but thinking "just once, what harm ?" His letter has a latent charm which she feels but cannot analyze. She reads it many times, and at last concludes to answer, pleading his loneliness and isolation. So she puts her fears aside, though what she fears she knows not; altogether, she is fascinated with the novelty of it, and she writes a funny, disconnected epistle, which only makes him long for more, and earnestly entreat correspondence, to which she yields reluctant consent.
 Time passes, summer glides into autumn, and the correspondence grows sentimental. The Duke gets grave and earnest, and they discover that they have many ideas alike, even with all Effie's testing something of her real nature is conveyed to him. Then yelled senti- ment, and longing, wistful tenderness, and burning desire to behold his cores pondent creeps into his letters. Her feelings are akin to his, but unwritten and unspoken.
 At last the crisis is reached. It is the afternoon of lovely Indi an summer day. She has been thinking rather more of the Duke than she could wish, and has decided that it is best to end their cores pondence she has just equipped herself for walk, when Lily comes in with two letters, one from home, the other post marked the little mining town where all Dukes letters come from. Her face grows scarlet as she sees his handwriting, and she hastily thrusts it into her pocket Sbe knows not why she should feel so trembly and excited at this particular let ter; perhaps because she has decided they must cease, they become doubly dear
 She leaves the house and walks rap. idly toward the river, which lies to the north of the town, on whose banks have been placed many rustic seats. She takes the letter out and looks at it three times, then puts it back. She opens her mothers letter and peruses it slowly. As she is reading the signature, it dawns upon her that she knows not word it contains. Although her eyes have traced every word, her mind has been on the other letter in her pocket. Presently she reaches the river, and seating herself she draws forth the precious missive. At length the seal is broken, and she takes hasty glance through it. Her fears are realized, the veil is withdrawn and she stands face to face with her love. Yes, she knows she loves him, it is not sud den, only she has been holding it so at arms length, she could not see it clearly. But now it seems like an old, old story. AS she looks back she sees the shadow of it in his first letter, this Is what she felt then, these are the realization of her forebodings. She reads the letter again.
 "My darling" it begins. Do not be angry with me for calling you so, for can't help it. love you, you must have known it was coming, you must have read it between the lines of all my letters. Yes, all, for even the very first was full of it. How have kept from telling you of it before, is mystery to myself, but did not wish to frighten you with un- seemly haste. It seems centuries to me since I have been longing to tell you of my love. Your first little note went straight to my heart, but now, surely l have waited long enough three months, three long and weary months. Oh, my love, be kind to me. cannot tell from your written words what your feelings are, but pray you not to desert me. If you do not love me, tell me not SO di- rectly in one letter, but string it out in half dozen. The bare idea makes me wild. How long for the sight of your facei And to think would not know you if saw voui 1 would I know I would Oh, Fife, my love, say that you will be my wife.
 "Your Anxious Lover,
 FOREST BROOKS"
 After wavering between love and doubt, she writes him the next day a character istic letter.
 "DEAR DUKE: love you, as you seem to me in your letters, love the