The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1886-07-31
ROMANCE OF A LETTER.
How Tt Followed Gloomy Lover
Over the World.


The evening train from New York to
Newark was flashing across the mead
rows, when a young man, who had been
sitting with hat drawn over his brows,
apparently thinking deeply, started up,
hostily thrust his hand into his inner
coat pocket, and. with an exclamation,
drew out dainty letter, addressed in
feminine hand
''Just as expectcdr' he grumbled.
"Of course, forgot it! Why didn't 1
think of it before we left Newark! l
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 it off with that blot on the COR
ner."
"Waverly!" called out the brakeman.
The young man arose, and, with the
letter in hand. left the car. At this
moment a carriage, containing a lady
and gentleman. drove up to the station.
There's Willis" exclaimed the
young man. HE must be going to the
city: I'll get him to mail it. Hello,
Wills! Going into town."
'Ah! Bennett, how are you9 Yes,
my wife thinks she must hear Salvini
tonight. Any thing l can do for
youp'
.'Why, yes; if it would not trouble
YOU. This letter was handed me this
morning, and,' as usual, forget to mail
q it. 1t is quite important, and if you'd
just drop it in box for me, I'd be
greatly obliged
Certainly. No trouble at all"
Mr.. Willis took the letter, put it in
his inner breast coat pocket, and hur-
ried away to his train, which had just
arrived. Charlie Bennett passed down
the board walk to his home, feeling that
the possible result Oh his forgetfulness
would never occur. A week later a
small company was assembled in Mr..
Willis parlor. A young married lady
who had that day found in her hus-
bands pocket letter that she had given
him several days before to mail, made
the statement that she believed that
every man in the room had in his pock-
cts missives that he had been intrusted
with and had wholly forgotten. Mr..
Willis denied the charge, and offered to
prove that, Us far rs he was concerned,
at least, it was an unjust accusation.
One by one he emptied his pockets of
letters, which We're all addressed to HIM
self except, the last, delicate letter,
with tiny blot on one corner. This
bore the address of ''Henry Milford, No.
123 West - street, New York"
A look of astonishment crept over his
face, followed by one of dismay, as he
RECALLED the day that Charlie Bennett
had intrusted 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 has
tened from the room with an indefinite
desire to do something, he scarcely knew
what, to rectify his error. What should
he do! Should he harness up ut this
late hour and drive two miles to
Newark, just to mail this letter, or
should he walk over to thc station 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:
..'Oh! MrsGrey. is that your Are you
going 10 town."
"Yes, am going to Boston, and I
am in hurry to catch the night train.
ANY thing can do for you?"
'Why, yes; if you will just mail q
letter 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
breast pocket and started for New
York. 1t was destined, however. to-
take 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 forgotten
letter, Stepping to the Office window,
he addressed the agent. who stood in
side
II say, Smith, want you to do me a
favor. Will you give this letter to some
one who is going on the next trainp 1t
is a very important letter, and must be
mailed Mt once"
'I'll attend to it. Harris always goes
in on the next train. He'll take it."
''Tell him not to forget it.'
"Oh, he won't forget. He's always
doing errands for somebody"
MNch relieved, Mr.. Gray continued
home ward, and Mr.. Smith put the let
ter 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 tho let
tor tho next morning, concluded that,
as he was going to town in the after
noon, he would not intrust it to any
one else, for fear it might be forgotten,
as Grey had said 1t was important The
letter was therefore consigned to Mr..
Smiths pocket just before he went to
dinner
AS he arose from the table his wife
remarked:
"Yoa are not going to town with