The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1894-04-20
Debating A LOVE LETTER.
Hia Experience Was Interesting, but Lacke,
the Excitement He Expected.

Bia Experience Was Interesting, but Lacked
the Excitement He Expected.
A grave, dignifled young man walked
over to the typewriter in the big hotel and
said to her:
II should like to dictate short letter,
| please. How much will it be?''
The typewriter girl took in all that was
visible of the young man with her fine
eyes, and then she replied:
twenty-five cents. F."
The young mans elbows were resting
on the little bar in front of the typewriter
girl s small office, and if there was look
of respectful admiration in his eyes as he
gazed at her he was hardly to be blamed
for that, for she was very beautiful.
Gas this letter, he said, lis very i'm
portant, and as it is also of a confidential
character, I do not care to dictate it from
outside here, because any one could come
along and hear all that was saying"
The beautiful girl smiled, and she invit-
ed the young man to come into her office,
pulling up a chair beside her own for him,
and then gathering her skirts out of his
way with graceful air.
She was cool, self possessed and business
like, and so was the young man. He, ey-
ing her gravely and intently, began to
dictate:
''MY DEAR Miss THoMPsoN-I beg that
you will not think me precipitate in what
I am about to say. 1t is true that have
known you for only five months, but in
deed much briefer period than that is re-
quired for such charms as yours to make
an indelible impression upon
The young mans voice faltered. The
typewriter girl had stopped taking notes,
and she was looking at him in strange,
frightened way, as if he were a lunatic.
81 beg your pardon" he said in his
grave, quiet manner, ''is anything the
matter?''
= The girl blushed and shook her head,
turning to her notebook again confusedly.
He went on:
-''a an indelible impression upon the
masculine heart. You are my beau ideal of
what woman should be, and love-
The typewriter girl looked at the young
man angrily. She believed now that he
was playing some trick debating to her
such letter as this, but he did not turn a
hair under her glare. He only raised his
brows little in a surprised way, and SO
she could not be sure how to take him,
and she lowered her eyes again, with a
sheer
-''and love you,'' he continued in
his slow, even voice. II love you passion
ately, devotedly, madly. Tell me, is my
love reciprocated, or is it hopeless9 1t is
true cannot give you wealth, but COM
fort, even modest degree of luxury, can
give you and heart filled with love be-
sides. await your reply. Address it to
SO Beacon street, Boston. I'll sign it my
SELF
The young man gave utterance to the
last two sentences in exactly the same pro-
sale tone that he had used in debating his
letter, although it was evident that he did
not mean the letter to include them. Then
he sat and watched the girl rafting the
letter off, and when it was done he asked
her to read it to him. She read 1T as coolly
as he had dictated it. Then he took it
from her, paid her and went away. She
would not look at him once the whole TIME.
Her face was like stone mask to him; he
could read nothing in it.
He walked over to the billiard room of
the hotel. Another young man was wait
ing for him there.
well, I did it, - he said to this young
man. II did it just to see how young
girl would take any such ridiculous thing
as that, and she didn't do thing or say
thing that was interesting. The game
WASH t worth the candle. I thought would
have an exciting experience, and instead
it was as dull as a prayer meeting I'm
disguised with it, simply disguised. -
Philadelphia Press.