Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1902-01-03

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Edith, writing the words with caress,
I and he sat admiring his own rashness,
though he knew he was merely writing for
his own edifcation and that the aristocrat-
&c Miss Crawford would never see what he
had there written. He scrubbed the name
all over the page and then, with sigh,
laid the sheet aside and began to write the
formal note which he always sent to Miss
Crawford. Saintstury was. so deeply in
love with this lad t:at it actually scared
MIN. She was so stately, SO inaccessibly
beautiful, that i s-1lost seemed to him
| blasphemy thai e ,oId dare to love her.
! de had tried times without number to tell
| her, but he always failed. For what right
| had mortal man to make love to one of the
saints? And so things had drifted along,
and Saintsbury had lived in a sort of divine
despair for more than year.
The second letter which he had to write
was for friend who was in love and
| wished to send beautiful letter announc-
ing this fact to the woman he adored, but
did not know how to do it. "Write me .
letter, john" said Dick, "as if you were
| writing to your own girl" John endeav-
ored to follow out these instructions. He
did not know the name of Dicks sweet
| heart, and in order to do his best he ad-
| dressed the letter to Edith Crawford, in
tending to leave her name out when he
copied the letter. He found it easy to
write under these circumstances, and when
it was concluded he read it over and
glowed with the beauty Of it. He could
find no fault with it, and he felt that he
could not improve upon it by rewriting it.
So what was the use of rewriting it? Dick
had to copy it anyway in his own nervy
hand. So he took out couple Of en-
velopes and addressed them and inclosed
the letter, having forgotten all about
leaving Edith Crawford's name in his
friends letter.
The next day at the bank he was rung
up by his friend, Daniels. |I say" said
Dick, over the telephone, 'you didn't know
that you sent me letter addressed to
friend of yours, did you? What's up, any
way, old boy?'
John remembered then that he had for
gotten to erase Miss Crawford's name, and
he blushed through the phone, as he re-
piled: ooh, that's all right. Just scratch
her name out and think it will do
"You haven't given yourself away
a-plenty, have your" said Dick.
''Go away, Dick; I can't jabber with you
during banking hours" =
"All right; but you'd better straighten
this thing out soon,'' replied Dick, with
| chuckle, as he rang off.
Saintsbury was really annoyed that he
should have left Miss Crawford's name
standing in his friends letter. It was so
thoughtless and indicate in him. And as
| he worried over the matter a new idea
came to him. Could it be that he had
| snapped the letters and sent Edith's to
| Dick and Dicks to Edith? The idea was
| quite amusing until he remembered that
| Edith's name was in the beautiful love
| letter. It was impossible that he could
have made such mistake, but he was
vaguely uneasy about it, and that evening
| he fastened out to Miss Crawford's to set
the matter at rest.
He found her in the drawing-room alone,
and looking pensively into the fire. How
beautiful, how tender, how dainty she was
in the freight glowl He entered the room
nervous and confused. She arose to greet
him and he observed a slight flush upon
her cheeks and touch of uncertainty in
her manner He shook both her hands
without saying anything She seemed, q
| trihe surprised and silence fell between
them.
letter from me?"
Eyes," she answered, with adorable soft
! ness. n
'*Well, did did you-can you tell me
what I wrote-I mean did say"
II do not understand you, Mr.. Saints
bury" said Miss Crawford, rather dis
family.
Pardon me, but mean, did ask you in
the letter you received whether you
! cared
'1s it possible you do not remember what
YOU wrote me?" she inquired, with beautI-
full iciness.
.cWhy, of course; but I fear there has
been some mistake. 49,
Miss Crawford was not only amazed, but
she was appa eentiy quite angry. AS for
him, he was in an agony of doubt. Which
letter had she received? If he only knew
he felt that he could act. If she had re-
ceived the love letter, he would have been
delighted to let it go at that. At any rate,
he knew that his time had come to speak,
and with this conviction came resolu-.
ton and freedom from embarrassment.
! 'sPardon my awkwardness," he said, with
smile, "and will explain. Last night
had to write two letters. One asked you,
to go with me to see 4Cyrano de Berge-
rae The other was written for friend.
who asked me to write it as if were adj
| UTtSSluR Iuc WOMdA 1OVcU. i DeSdu Oy
writing her name at the head of it, and
then wrote love letter into which my
own feelings entered. / don't know which
! one Of these letters you got, but really both
Of them should have gone to you. Your
name was at the beginning Of each.
you are the woman love, and you are the
woman / was writing to in both letters. Z
did not intend to tell you this by letter. I
| expected to tell you by word of mouth t
ever got the courage to do SO. !"
''Then," said Edith, with sort of sweet
dismay, this letter was not for me %
ooh, yes it was. It went straight bn
i mistake. That was all, = said John.
''But what becomes Of the invitation to-
see .Cyrano?'" asked Edith.
Bother Cyrano,, cried John, now grown
entirely brave. hat want to know =
whether you accept the invitation to -.
come Edith Saintsbury ?''
II suppose 4 will have TO, for I an dying
l q zee 4CyTano 3
,s5 And that i how Il came shout.