Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1899-12-21

movers wagon to the parlor of her new
home. and now, as the clock struck II,
she looked around her bedroom in a
dazed and bewildcred way. Was there
ever such a jumble of boxes, trunks
and furniture as met her gaze!
How can Jack leave me alone so
long when he knows what lot there is
to do" she said aloud, as she sank into
a chair before the open fire, the only
cheer-inspiring object in the room, and
looked about again, as the last stroke
of the clock died out.
Ugh, will | ever get this muddle into
anything like order" she muttered.
"How | hate it all, and oh, how | hope
we will never move again, as long as |
live-fm tired of packing and unpack-
ing, of arranging and rearranging.
Wat a chaos in which to begin the New
Year." And visions of brilliantly
lighted parlors, glttering tables, pref
" girls and handsome men passed be-
fore her by way of contrast.
Then the baby stirred and she rose
TO place it more comfortably in its crib.
Coming back to her chair by the fire
she caught sight of small blue box
in a corner Of one of the open trunks.
"Ah, I'll burn YOU now" she said,
softly. at is sentimental nonsense to
carry you around any longer. This is
just the fire for you, and I'm too worn
out to do another stroke of work"
Lifting the lid she took out bundle
of letters addressed in a flowing busi
ness hand to
MISS ROSE WINSTON,
100 West - Street
New York City"
Somehow her heart beat little faster
as she recalled how happily it had
throbbed at sight of these same cnvel-
opes three years ago. Three years.
Was it only three?
A log slipped and rolled to the edge
of the hearth. sending a shower Of
sparks before it. 1t aroused the musing
woman, who leaned forward for the
tongs with which to push it back in
place. Then she slowly drew forth a
letter and read:
New York City, May 1st, IS"
"My Dearest
Darling is how I think of you, and I
might as well own up. Just few moments
ago / left you, yet it seems so long-l want
to be with you always.
do you know, dearest, that you have
become more necessary to me than anyone
or anything in life? | never dreamed
could love anyone as love you, and yester-
day, when you said that you were tickle,
you awakened feelings that have made
me sad. Tonight when | said that |
should try to destroy your ficklenesS !
meant 1t, for the thought arises-Should
she be tickle with me, what then? / am
sure | don't know.
you are my ideal in face. form, dspo-
sition and character. The more | see you
the more ! love you-ard why? Because
we think alike on many subjects, because
you would make the lovclcst wife man
ever had, because you would make for
me that for which l long-a home"
She raised her eyes to look around the
Gisorderly room, and her heart smote
her. Then she went on with the let
ter:
II have net words at my command TO
tell you what | think. / only know that
love you, and that if you were mine YOU
would make the man. You are SUPERIOR
TO me, and have strength, where l am
weak
'If you had not said that you were not
sure of yourself | should ask you to be
mine.-but I must wait. May not think Of
you as mine? May | not hope that some
eLy you win be mine? Tell me truly, dear