The Lewiston teller. (Lewiston, Idaho) 1900-1905, 1902-05-15

RADIO Springs. brought at shorter and
shorter intervals. longer and longer
letters from Philadelphia: while Mr.
| George w. Miller's disk in the large
city Offices Of that wealthy firm of
| which he was Junior partner was never
long without a specimen Of Miss
Browns handwriting. 1t was a reve-
lation, at both ends Of the line, how
much one could put on paper for
sympathetic reader. and how intimate
a knowledge one gains Of a special cor
respondent, from week to week. Mr..
Miller soon learned that he had never
really known girl before--that is.
never understood One-and that Miss
Browns tastes. Miss Browns indi-
viduality. exactly and continually sat
isfied and delighted him; while Miss
Brown felt that she Iever could have
believed that George Miller could de-
velop such attractive traits and such
thoroughly cOngenial set of ideas and
aspirations. They were a revelation to
each Other-first monthly. then a
weekly. then almost daily. revelation.
1t matters not how often such dis
covery Is made. in each new case 1t is
equally astonishing and suggestive, and
leads inevitably to the further discov-
cry that letter writing has Its limits.
and needs the supplement Of personal
intercourse to perfect Its delights. Will
anyone he astonished to learn that six
-
himself arrived at Colorado Springs,
one September morning. with three Of
Isabel's last letters In his inside vest
pocket. and pre-occupation SO great
that he paid no attention to Pixies
Peak Mt all? Isabel. on her side. was
not in the least surprised when he was
announced at No. - Cascade avenue,
for his last letter--well, she was quite
ready to welcome him. and prepared
to descend the stairs without any
symptoms of astonishment, except that
her heart was beating with most In
convenient quickEess. and her cheeks
were as red as the heart OF a June
rose.
This heing the state Of the young
peoples feelings 1t Is somewhat strange
to be obliged to chronicle that when
Miss Brown entered the drawing room
ana Mr.. Miller rose eagerly at her ap-
proach. they should have stood looking
at each other as IL turned to stone.
For fully two minutes not word was
interchanged: then, the lady. with a
gasp. sank down in the nearest chair
and covered her face with her hands.
while the young man. bending over
her. mirinured awkwartly:
II beg your pardon. Miss Browns
It Miss Browne"
"Yes. 1t Isl" returned the girl, sit
ting up defiantly. her blue eyes ablaze
and her slender figure full Of angry
grace. what right have you. sir. to
ask me such a question. when you are
masluerading under somebody else's
name yoursclf?"
Il was baptized George Wharton MIL
lcr." returned the young man, with
equal bitterness. aid my parents are
therefore responsible for the 'masQuer-
ading'"
wharton" cried Miss Brown. ~
never heard Of you before! never
wrote to George Wharton Miller--the
right name Is George Washington Mil
ler.
MIR. Miller sat gravely down in the
nearest chair--she was certainly dis.
tractingly 4, pretty-and regarded her
with return to his Philadelphia calm
ness of manner.
Your letter was ddressed to George
W. Miller" he said slowly. land tn,
postman made a natural mistake. since
our firm is the most important Of the
name. Probably there are ten George
Washington Millers In Philadelphia
But that doesn't explain how Miss Isa-
bel Brown, of Colorado Springs"
"Oh - why. Of course-l never
thought" cried the young woman. en-
barrassment succeeding anger-.that
is. Of course, thought your answer
was to me; but my cousin. Isabella
Brown. used to live In Colorado Springs