Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-12-10
WHAT TO TELL HIM.

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Madeline turned the letter over in her
hand and looked intently ut the beautiful
even writing on the envelope.
He was not very much disturbed when
he wrote that" she said. "There is not
single line or curve that denotes nervous
ness H." She turned the letter over II fan
cy he never stamped the seal more perfect
ly. Now, really 1t seems that his hand
should have trembled just iittle--a very
little"
Then she fell to contemplating the hand
that held the letter. How exquisite it look
ed with that soft fall of priceless lace over
it and the light that shone upon it through
silken draperies
II have said all my life," she said
thoughtfully, "that would never marry
without love, but never dreamed 1t would
be difficult to know whether loved" She
threw her head back little YEARLY and
sighed.
Bring my desk, /" she said to the smart
little maid who entered, and when she
was once more alone, without any further
hesitation, she languidly commenced her
{ letter.
$50 this is love- she said. sit is not as
thought After all, what is as we think it
should beP What dreams we have, we
girls, and how different the reality. All,
we'll"
May come in, Miss Madeline?'
Madeline looked up at the tall, slight
girl standing just outside her door, and,
smiling kindly into the gray eyes, babe
her enter. She was a seamstress that Mail
cline had known for some time and had
been interested in because she thought she
had discovered depths in this nature better
worth studying than most of her society
friends. Madeline was one of those people
we seldom but do sometimes meet who
are capable of understanding human ma
ture in all its phases and Of tolerating
even those opinions of which she did not
approve-a soul great enough to reach to
the very depths for hidden good
Stella had opened her heart to her, as ev-
cry one else did, and all life and every life
was interesting to Madeline. Perhaps she
understood, and every ones confidence was
sacred.
One keen glance at Stella, and she knew
the girl was troubled.
You are unhappy, Stella. Sit down, ("
putting her letter to Mr.. Williams aside as
If 1T were not matter that influenced her
whole life "What is it?'
"Miss Madeline, have told you about
Mr. Hastings. want to write letter to
him. want to ask you to write it for me-
You are so smart, Miss Madeline, and so
we'll educated, and SO is he. know what
want to say, but can't write it. -
"Why do you not tell him, Stellar"
"He doesn't come to see me now, you
know. think it Is like this: He has
grown tired and thinks will not care
He thinks no woman cares much. am SO
sure that If he really knew, if there is any
way Of making him understand how dear
man can be to woman, he would come
back to me-he would marry me. want
him to know Iwant to tell you, and then
you must make him understand, will you,
Miss MadelineP"
II will try" said Madeline kindly, tax
ing up her desk, putting her own letter
aside very calmly and arranging some
fresh sheets of paper with great precision.
She was very glad to help Stella, and she
went about 1t in the confident way one
feels when perfectly satisfied with the
latest thing in stationery, a pen and per-
feet familiarity with the forms which GUS
tom has prescribed.
"Now, Stella, lam ready What am to
sayp"
"Tell him." said the girl, her great
gray eyes turned upon the frescoed ceiling
dI,amily, "tell him that he is breaking
my heart; that there is not a moment
when he is not in my thoughts. dream
Of him when sleep, and dream of him
when am awake. Tell him that cannot
bear til cannot bear it, Tell him that a
flower that he has crushed with his foot Is
more to me than all the love that could
ever grow in any other human heart. Tell
him that would rather sit and sew by
my window IL long hours if by doing SO l
could just see him pass my door once than
to spend those hours in the finest palace
made by hands; would rather hear one
kind word from his hps-just one-than
to be the honored wife of any other man
that lives"
Madeline put down the pen that had
| never written such words, and her hand
sank helplessly upon the desk.
"Tell him all that, and then tell him
that cannot bear i'll cannot bear It, If
he would only come to me to see me some
| times when he is tired OF everything else,
he would be as welcome as the sunshine.
If he ever suffers, If anything ever
makes him unhappy, it will kill me.
| want to bear it all. Tell him If he came
and put his hand on mine would face
hell itself, and gladly, for him.
"Tell him
| Madeline rose to her feet, and with
hands that shook placed the desk upon the
! table, few steps more, and her hands
were flung with passionate abandon,
new to her, about the girls form, while
the tears rained down her cheeks.
Sin the name Of God, I" she cried, Ego
and tell him yourself! Tell him what you
have told me, and if he turns away from
such love-no matter, say Stella, what
has ever been in your past or his-if he
turns away from such love, he Is not hui
| man.
"Go and tell him, Stella; open your
heart to him as you have to me. know
who he is, and ! believe that he is a man
| Of character. Go and tell him what you
have told me and say to him that I say
God bless all such love \
Stella looked up and smiled.
II love him." she said simply.
And Madeline smiled as she took up her
desk again, glad smile at the thought Of
possible future that might still hold
something Of the beauty that is every girls
birthfight.
And when Mr.. Williams carefully and
deliberately opened a perfumed note that
he perfectly sure he knew the contents
Of, he sat long with the dainty, brief mis-
sive In his hand and wondered why, in
the name Of all that was Inconsistent, she
had said mo. Kate Clark Brown In