St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-07-28
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Il have written GOOD many 10
john" said Mrs. Walford, with color
in her face.
Happy Juhn. Let US see who is the
most liable of US in writing. Let me
write, for the fun, letter to you.
Eh?"
Mrs. Walford sat back in the COM
Portable chair. whilst the agreeable
Martel wrote hastily.
"Oh, but that is not what we English
people, call a love letter" she said;
through the communication which NJ.
Martel handed to her A few awk.
ward phrases amused. I'VE write
much stronger epistles than that, 1 as.
sure YOU
Us it possible? 1 am so ignorant of
English ways. Show me how you an,
swer such letter to your lover. Write
(M Martel laughed at his own humor)
to My Dearest Felix in a way that
an English girl in love would do
He handed her the pen and placed
some note paper before her. She hess
itated moment, and then scrubbed.
There, Mr.. Martel. That's how we
should do it,
He took it up quickly.
My Dearest Felix: The time since We
last met has seemed like a hundred
centuries. How L long to see you
again, to press your hand, and to hear
you my existence is not life; with you
it is more than life; it is heaven.
Do you think sometimes of the hap.
py hours that we have spent Together?
and 1 am sure that 1 never shah.
Write to me soon, soon, and tell me
once more that you-but you know,
Yours always and ever, NINA,
This is eXcellentr' said the de-
lighted Frenchman. Excellent
Nov, tear it up, please, and tell
me another"
"I prefer to treasure it," he said. ut
may be YER valuable"
She started up from her chair.
But l insist that you
DO not derange yourself, my dear
Madam Walford. There is no neces-
sity. Do you play dominoes?
'sPlease, please give me that letter.
I am very silly ever to have written
He placed it in the tail pocket of his
coat and beamed upon her.
MY. dear madam. On my honor as q
Frenchman l assure you that when L
have entirely finished with this letter
1 will
He simulated the tearing up of the
document.
You promise me that?'
Madam" with some appearance OF
injured innocence), Il have given you
my word"
John Walford entered the room ex.
citedly, and at the same moment the
, short stout FrenchWoman, VINO from
behind a Figaro had been watching the
pair with much interest, moved toward
| them.
THE greatest good news. Your father
! is here
My father here?"
He was just coming in to see you,
! but 1 ran in first so you shouldn be
; too astounded. Here he Is:
| NJ. Felix Martel, attempting to leave.
found the short, stout Frenchwoman
! at the tail of his coat. The door. res
opened, and Mrs. Welford's father,
| with a centenier, entered.
Dear girl" said Mrs. Waltord
father, go up stairs to your room at
! once There is to be rather an unpleas-
! ant business here. This" pointing to
! the white-faced MarteD lis default,
ing, cashier from our ;, Paris house. ano
Il think, M. Roller" said Martel
with as much calm as at short notice
he could summon, that your charming
| and delightful daughter had better
! stay" ;,
"Her presence is not necessary, sir. y
Pardon me for contradicting you.
i Will you allow me to speak TO you a
few words? L have in my pocket a let
, ter from your daughter which, When
| friendly we have for a long time
ITS an internal lier' cried John
/ Walford, supporting his trembling
/ VIE. wv e nave never seen Ills Hlah
before today
THAT is strange, for L have in my
! pocket letter from her.
Show me the letter. cried old Mr.
! Roller. Show it to ne at oncen'
! Nothing easier" said the French
! man. airily. And as he spoke the short
stout Frenchwoman smiled, and edged
; gently toward pallid Mrs. Walford
"But first of all, l think-I think you
must promise me something. If you
! NJ. Roller, desire to possess this letter
! l must have liberty in exchange"
| The old gentleman considered for q
moment. Young Mrs. Walford, sway
! ing, felt her hand touched by the short
| stout FrenchWoman. Something was
/; pressed into it, and Mrs. Walford gave
! as che saw it, a big sigh Of relief.
| Il agree. Now show me the letter."
I with all the pleasure possible
of his coat. He shrieked.
ST have been robbed he cried; rob
bedr'
III raison,' muttered the short
stout F'renchwoman.
'"Thic man is only wasting our time
said ". Roller to the centenier; "see tt
him.
Mrs. Walford went to the empty fire
place and tore up q. letter as the other:
| word of praise to the short, stou
Frenchwoman for having traced tn;
| prisoner.
There, young woman - it wa
7 John Walford who spoke-''you sait
you wanted a romantic experience
Are you satisfied with one, or would
| you like another?'
| 81 shall never want another, dear,
! she said, thankfully, Sin all my life