Morris tribune., 1900-05-26

Wny, you may as Wei write the let-
ter without my Interference"
"That's what told you at first" said
Winnie triumphantly.
81 think l shall say goodby," re-
turned, and took my hat from the
table.
"Goodby,' she said, with careless
nod, as stepped toward the door.
"That will be the second sheet of pa
per I've wasted" she cried as l turned
the handle.
you're going to write another,
then?" suggested, closing the door
again.
ITS pity you're in hurry" she
cried.
'I'm not"
Because you might post it for me. I
shan't be two minutes" And, taking
her pen, she began to write at great
pace When she had finished, she
carefully blotted the letter and direct
ed an envelope. "You might like to
read it?' she suggested, on the point Of
sealing it,
ooh, thanks!"
She held out her hand with the let
ter, and, taking it from the envelope,
smoothed it out The contents were
barely two lines asking Garfield to call
at 4 o'clock the following day.
"Will that do?" she asked.
81 think mine would have been bet
ter" said
"That is one of the things we shall
never know now" she answered.
"Why not?'
Because you lost your temper" she
said. 81 hate a man who loses his tenn
per-"
Still it's never too late to mend"
urged. "Now, suppose you sit down
again and finish my letter, then we can
compare notes, you know, and I'll post
which you please"
Every WE'LL" she assented, and she
sat down and took her pen again.
''Where were we?' l asked.
"'Dear Lord Garfield, l am deeply
honored by your request, but regret
to tell you that am unable to consider
it, That's all we've DONE" said Win
ME, looking up with an expectart ex-
preston.
Because p
eyes; I've written that"
Because l am already engaged to
be married to- -
Winnie threw down her pen, making
large blot on the pad.
81 didn't know you were making a
joke of it," she cried Indignantly.
"I'm not" insisted.
"You were telling me to write non
sense"
"You never wrote anything half Sc
sensible in your life" assured her.
Besides, it isn't true" she said
"Not yet" answered, land you
haven't finished the letter. Now, sup
pose you finish it?"
Winnie took up the pen again.
Because Pm already engaged to be
married to Mr. Arthur -
"Oh, this is dreadfulY' she murmur-
ed, bending low over the paper.
"'To Mr.. Arthur Everest" said
'Now, all you have to do is to remain
his very truly or very sincerely and
sign your name"
So Winnie signed her name; then she
leaned back in her chair and stared
hard at what she had written.
drew a chair to her side and sat
down.
"And now?' suggested.
"Of course" she continued, "it isn't
likely could send him a letter of that
kind
"Still it contains the truth"
at says that am engaged to be
married" she said, land of course am
nothing of the kind"
"You will be, Winnie"
"Some day perhaps"
Z To-day is as good as another" /
urged.
"And to somebody" she added.
eff it comes to that insisted, ST
am better than any one else"
Winnie looked into my face with a
smile on her lips. Then she became
permanently serious.
Perhaps perhaps you are" she said
quietly, and then But l don't think
l shall tell you what followed West
minister Gazette.
An Eskimo Legend of the Raven.
The following fable of how the raven
became black is common to every Els |
kimo households: Once upon time (all
their stories begin in this way the owl
and raven were fast friends. Indeed,
they were so intimate that they spent
most of their time together and had
things in common, like brother and sis
ter.
One day the raven made dress of |
dapple white and black for the owl, |
and the latter, not to be outdone in
generosity, made pair of nice whale
bone boots and presented them to the
raven and, not content with this, went
to work upon a white dress. When
The raven was asked to try it on. she |
merrily ran and skipped about and re-
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