Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1896-11-18
OVERLOOKED.

" " lnf IN the nlfnp--i uon hu"F
what hour opiy know that tonight slccp
and eau form no friendly combination.
have come to my desk to look over papers
and letters Why not burn my letters
one's mind IL clear In the soft silence OF
the night, and much IL plain that daylight
docs not know.
can sec that " Is unwisc 10 kccp letters,
and yet 10 IL foolish habit TINT have In
obliged. have them all pigeonholcd bore
IN my desk, nilcstoncs In meinory's back
ward road 10 boyhood. Heavens, how they
bring hack other days. How thoy bring
up fancs dend and gone, and others not
dead but faded away and iostl
What a Kaleidoscope II friendships and
loves, Of sentiment and passion, 81 wisdom
and folly they rprsont as they lie before
moi will Hight fire In my fireplace and
drop them In.
Herr arr fcw written long years agu,
when I was boy at school The writing
IL slender and graceful, yet with n certain
dash and style very characteristic Of the
one whose hand held thcIen
Helloi quite forgot theeo lcttcre-
Fiorlne's, as am sinner Yc gods, but
she wAs pr,iyl can scc her now. sitting
on the table making u cigarette, swinging
her little feet and cbnttcring Rayly IN hcr
diabolioai but fascinating English.
Shall burn thesri They nrr all have,
and my mother will write mo no morc.
Yes. lot them 20. IL only snddcns mo N
look thcm over. and why court sndncssi l
drop them on IN the I'm. They burn steadily
with n quiet white fatnc ne pure ~ tho
love Of which thcy werp but faint cx.
preston.
Hers arr some from Conrad. my littlo
bru,hof-at ieast he was my little brother
when these wcrr writtnn. and thon later,
poor lad, he went quito wrong until ht
last ho ran away and wo hcurd Of him no
morc. wonder WHORE the boy Il tonight.
II Il ten year. now. wish he could know
that I am sorry for him and Tint would
gladly take him back u no would hut
come
These few thin note. tied with rlhhon
--nh. I will leave them until the last.
This gruat bundle, written on all sorts %
paper, Il made up Of letters from Carlos,
some written Just before no went to col
lego, then struggling along all through
college lifo; then they became moro scri.
Gus ~ Carlos won't IN for commercial
career.
Here they hrc on tho paper 81 various
hotcls-that was while Carlos was ON tho
road. Fancy Carlos traveller All, we'll
h. soon tirud Of that and came hack 20 the
dram Of his life and studied law. Then
he became engaged. What Jolly, affection.
ate letters ticy arr, tn bc sum-
And tbcn 10 married, and Tint was tho
end ~ Il, for, Of course, his wife did not
like me wonder why tho wife " TEL.
Iowa boat friend ~ seldom does like "a Eel.
lowt Tho letters mean nothing now-they
might az we'll burn.
In they 20, one NJ n timo. They burn
like fireworks, with little bursts " shoot.
ing stars Herr arr 1cds lettcfs-thc
dear old chap don't know why I kept
them. They nrc mostly telling me how
happy no IL 10 his married liio and urF.
Ing me 10 Join tho married men. led. old
boy, you never know about these fow let
tors tied with ribbonl
Well, In they 70. your letter.. Ted
They'll burn steadily, like your friend.
ship-not impotuous. but good, comfort
able, easy going sort think I'd rather
have the rush. impulslyc friendship II love
IL may not last as long, but " IA aliye
while II does last
Yes. I like hills and valleys and dashing
streams, torrents and rocks and CHAMBER
ing vines. I 500 no hcauty IN a wide cx,
pansc Of level plain, clad In monopnous
yordurc. This package must be- Aunt An.
MES letters Yes, bless her dear old heart.
What n placid, quiet flame they'll make
They ought TO smell Of flowers aud nu,s
mown hLy and tho apple blossoms Of her
Devon orchard.
ono ID not often loved with such swo,
simplicity M hers Hero nro lot u odd.
and cnds--s couple Of letters from Cousin
Kate, few from dear old dad when III
wss doing diplomacy at Madrid, som,
from my sister from her far western home.
Into the ilro one by one and tho fire
flares up, and catch a word or two In th,
light Of It, flame as II CLOVIS In nd and
amber aud blue and gold.
They arr all gone save the few tied with
ribbon. They are only six. Yes, hcru 4,
one more thought II was only SIX, and
wrote her scores oh, Janet, why did
you mover answer that last one. when
wrOto you how the wrctrhed money had
come 20 me at last and told you how mucl
loved youi And then when heard moth
ing frum you went away and buried my
self Ia Cairo for year. then came Tri',
wedding cards, and tho name with hll
upon them was yours, Janet Poor iltti,
letters, know them all by heart. No ~,
" rcad them over, l suppose you love,
Ted all the time.
The firr IL almost out ] drop them II
slowly-one, two, thrc, four, five, six
oh, Janet, n you had only loved ine, how
diffcrnt life might have boon And thi
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