New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-11-16

From DR.. John Simmonds to Edward Montrose.
Grand Hotel, Orotaya. Ienerine,
March 26. 1890.
Ny dear Mon,rose: | can't pretend to prattie
about the beauty OF this place, as suppose
ought. II is sunny and warm, and the whlte
cone OF the Peak is Up aleft locking down apo y,
thing. And there aren't enough invalids to dis,
tress the sane man who needs no physician, and
comes here only "a loaf about with his hands
in his pockets and play billiards with the local
STANDARDS. who are not too smart at the game
/ like Orotava, though its wines have given me
a touch or two of stOmach-ache which ceuid
have dispensed with; out whst 10 s'emach'ache
when 1t is over?
All this is nothing, though, nothing at
all, my dear fellow to what l have
make me play the idiot % 20 you. but / can't
help that, either. A man can afford to be q
laughing-stoc when he is as good as marriea
TO a girl hke-who do you think, now? an K
and an H., why, Ray Hardwick, Of course, You
would never have guessed it, because l have
way of keeping my affections tight-curbed. But
she said Yes" at that ball of the Spencers, where
/ last saw you. and you wouldn't tell me why
you were so annoyingly eated. 49,,
Do you know MontrOse, dream Of her like
happiest of dreams, for all the time / am under
their influence | know that they are phanfasms
Of reality, and that the girl who is smiling at me
wt them aa WI Win ss w1S n's mot
&c better Not that think Ray a,s s, to move We
| have horrible moments occasionally from the
mere knowledge that it is possible for us 10 oe
less to each other than man and wife. l Wohae e
if she feels az I do. Good God if she does, now
wretched she must be at times, and how divinelS
happy at other times! Do you think she does
II I could believe it. would take the , Oop"ef
home the day after tomorrow. In the nope
might lessen her distress
| want ysu to do something for me, there's
dear boy. Call upon her the day you eet thls
il she is in town. and see how she Is looking
have heard from her twice. but somehow me. nsa
letters are not satisfactory. She is one OF those
girls who do not well R9f 40 WSat
does it matter, though? Ray is beyond the power
Of photography and hers is one Of those TaGe
their feelings into cold words
There are some pretty creatures among the Span
iards here. T1cir great black eyes are ilIc
enough, can tell you. to beguile men who know
nothing better. Blu: they are no more to be com,
pared to Rays blue eyes than a thundercioud
to the blue heavens it drifts across Fancy my
parallel Of the kind before even in my mind
and certainly never in letter. That's what love
does for man, Montrose, and shall like, above
all things. to hear that you too are developing
a taste for comparisons from the same cause
While am about it, ] may as well tell you
our plans. We marry in June spend month in
the Bavarian Highlands and then return to town.
She does not like the idea of country practice
and 90 hav refused that offer from Leicester
II seems a pity. doesn't it ?-for partnership in
the oldest Arm of a. capital town is not to be
scorned. However, l haven't the least doubt
things will accommodate themselves royalty.
Destiny herself couldn't be unkind to such wife
as Ray
One more commission, and I've done. Go TO
my rooms, and ask my housel;eeper for the keys.
You know that odd little KEY, and What it opens
Inside. you'll find an old.fashioned ring of cmeralds
and rubes Now do be SO good there's kind
soul. to take it to Freeth, the ieweller, to be
put to rirAts and afterwsrd sent 20 her by them
will be enough explanation, Good-6y, dear Mon
trose, Ever yours JOHN SlMMONDS.