The Lewiston teller. (Lewiston, Idaho) 1900-1905, 1902-05-15
STORY OF ACORRtSPONDENCE
NnY Dear Mr.. Miller-I promis

IMI you Once-it was quite while
ago. to be sure. but then 1t
was promise-that some day l would
write letter to you. To-day seems
. good time TO do 1t. am In very blue
life in general. The Thermometer Is 10
below zero. and the avenue Ia filed
with racing clouds Of dust. Here. in
Colorado Springs. when the wind
blows, everybody quarrels with life,
and | am no exception. And as you
used to be q very bracing person to
quarrel with. the idea OF writing to
you seems happy one. even after four
years.
Il take for granted that you are still
IN Philadelphia. Philadelphia Is 30 un-
like Colorado Springs! People live In
Philadelphia they spend whole exist
ences there. and are buried there when
they die. Here. In Colorado Springs,
people visit; they don't live. In four
years everybody changes: ones whole
visiting list fades away like q dream,
and changes. like q kaleidoscope, into
and intimates. have had thirteen in
innate friends In four years. and all
lost, to me now forever.-is not that
striking reminder Of the transformers
Of life? One IL In Mexico, one In
Rome. one In convent at Paris, two
IN 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.
~ you zee. In comparison. Philadel-
phia must be place Of solid and en-
during social relations. I am In the
mood to-day to envy the rooted secur-
1ty Of . Philadelphian!
"Do you remember how you used to
laugh At my fathers investments In
mining stocks out here. four years ago !?
Well. they have turned out stroke Of
financial genius. after all. and made
our fortune. 1t In rather exciting be-
Ing rich--aRd rather dull. too. And
now. having kept my promise most
generously. to the extent Of six pages.
Il ID time to stop. hear you echo the
sentiment-but am. notwithstanding
Cordially yours.
ISABEL BROWN"
The young man smiled AZ he laid
down the letter on his desk. amid the
business papers that crowded II.
"she was bright girl" he said to
himself, but | never thought she
would write that sort Of a letter. Too
jmpersOnal, somehow. She writes 4
very pretty hand. though"
Perhaps 1t was the four years per
spective into which the attractive ac-
Quaintance Of summer Mt Macklnac
had receded, that gave this effect to his
mind. At any rate. he remembered her
a she was that last afternoon, when
they stood In the old fort. looking over
the houses Of the picturesque gay col.
orea little town. to the blue lake water
beyond. They had not been imper-
sonal ut all that day but very much
the opposite he had realized since.
more than ut the time. how very near
he had been to being In love with her,
and how much one week more of init.
macy might have meant to them both.
How he had hoped that she would
write-though she had only smiled at
his request. and promised that some
day she might He had not forgotten,
and he had really never liked any 9th,
er woman SO well And now she had
written. WhyY Was II Just one Of
those Inconsistent little impulses OF
hers that he had found so charming
four years ago-or did il mean more?
The only answer to that question, man
ifestly, was to answer the letter at
once. And though the business CORE
spondence was attended to promptly
that day, yet summer afternoon. and
q speaking pair of dark eyes, were
more IN the writer's thoughts than was
at all necessary.
II was surprising. after his answer
was sent. and the correspondence be-
gan thus tentatively. how soon II grew
and throve. and increased. Miss Isa-
bel Browns postman. Fastening along
the wide and dusty avenues Of Colo