Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1902-04-30
STORY OF AcoRREspoNDENcE

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SNf7Y Dear Mr.. Miller-I promised
lMl you oncc-it was quite while
- ago. to be sure, but then 1t
was promise-that some day l would
write a letter to you. To-day seems
good time to do 1t. l am in very blue
lpirits. and decidedly irrltated against
ME In general. The thermometer is 10
below zero. and the avenue is filled
With racing clouds of dust. Here, in
Colorado Springs, when the wind
klows. everybody quarrels with life,
Ind am no exception. And as you
esed to be very bracing person to
quarrel with. the Idea Of writing to
fou seems happy one, even after four
Pears.
y take for granted that you are still
b Philadelphia. Philadelphia is so un-
ks Colorado Springs! People live in
Philadelphia-they spend whole exist
lnces there, and are buried there when
hey die. Here. in Colorado Springs,
people visit; they don't live. In four
Pears everybody changes; ones whole
Waiting list fades away like dream,
ana changes. like n kaleidoscope, into
ln entirely new set Of acquaintances
and intimates. have had thirteen In
Innate friends in four years, and all
ost to me now foreyer!-is not that
Itriking reminder Of the transformers
u life2 One is in Mexico, one in
Rome. one in convent at Paris, two
b New York. one in India, one in
Louisville, one on the Nile, two in
chicago. and three have died. Every
body who does not die here goes away,
before long, to the ends of the earth.
10 you see. In comparison, Philadel-
phia must be place of solid and en-
turing social relations. l am in the
mood to-day to envy the rooted secur-
~ OF Phlladelphian!
Do you remember how you used to
hugh at my fathers investments In
mining stocks out here. four years ago?
Well, they have turned out a stroke of
financial genius, after all, and made
pur fortune. 1t is rather exciting be-
Ing rich-and rather dull, too. And
now, having kept my promise most
generously, to the extent of six pages,
Il is time to stop. hear you echo the
sentiment-but am, Notwithstanding.
Cordially yours.
ISABEL BROWN"
} The young man smiled as lie laid
Down the letter on his desk, amid the
business papers that crowded 1t.
"she was bright GIRL" he said to
himself. but never thought she
would write that sort OF letter. Too
lmpersonal, somehow. She writes
very pretty hand. though"
Perhaps 1t was the four years per-
Dpective into which the attractive &C.
uuaintance of summer at MackInac
bad receded, that gave this effect to his
mind. At any rate, he remembered her
10 she was that last afternoon, when
they stood in the old fort, looking over
.he houses of the picturesque, gay COL
cred little town, to the blue lake water
Ssyond. They had not been imper-
sonal at all that day but very much
he opposite he had realized since,
more than at the time. how very neur
40 had been to being in love with her,
)hd how much one week more of inti-
macy might have meant to them both.
How he had hoped that she would
&rite-though she had only smiled at
bis request. and promised that some
lay she might. He had not forgotten,
Ind he had really never liked any 9TH
u woman so we'll And now she had
written. Why? Was 1t just one of
those inconsistent little impulses Of
1e1 that he had found so charming
tyur years ngo-or did 1t mean more3
The only answer to that question, man
4estly, was to answer the letter at
bnce. And though the business CORE
bpondence was attended to promptly
that day, yet summer afternoon, and
speaking pair of dark eyes, were
more In the writer's thoughts than was
ct all necessary.
It was surprising, after>his answer
Was sent, and the correspondence be-
ran thus tentatively, how soon 1t grew
Ind throye, and Increased. Miss Isa-
hel Browns postman, Fastening along
the wide and dusty avenues OF Colo
RADIO Springs, brought at shorter and
lhorter 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 reye-
htion, at both ends of the line. how
much one could put on paper for
sympathetic reader, and how Intimate
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
nSver understood one-and TINT Miss
Browns tastes, Miss Browns indi.
tiduality, exactly and continually sat
SIZED and delighted him; while Miss
Brown felt that she rever could have
believed that George Miller could de-
velop such attractive traits and such
thoroughly congenial set Of ideas and
Aspirations. They were revelation to
zach other--first monthly, then q
weekly. then almost daily. revelation.
It matters not how often such dis
eovery Is made, In each new case 1t is
Equally astonishing and suggestive, and
leads Inevitably to the further discov-
Dry that letter writing has its limits,
Ind needs the supplement of personal
intercourse to perfect its delights. Will
Myone be astonished to learn that six
months later Mr.. George w. Miller