The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-02-08
THE ADVERTISERS
 DAILY SHORT STORY
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Moosehead Camp, Me. Oct. 21, 1900. My Dearest Louise-I can't date this Ton the road to Mandelay." for the ther- mometer outside of our camp door de. ciares it's 42 degrees. so l rather feel
 ] am en- route to the North Pole. but as l this is just to tell you little of our 1olly hunting trip and not weather re- port, shall not waste time tei..., you how cold 1t Is.
 You know our party. consisting of Brother Tom and his wife. our cousins Harry and Lewis Thompson, and myself.
 left Baito Oct. 18th for Boston, from
 there to Portland. and then a bee line for this camp in the heart of the woods. When see you will tell you all of the comforts of this sort of living; what characters our guides are. and all that; but just now I have nne piece of news that overshadows all else. have shot a deer. Yes, truly, and I can show you my guides afidavit if my word does not convince you.
 can just feel my head swelling every time | think of it. and you will please wagered that I would never see a deer heof in Maine.
 wish I could tell you of the charms of this life. We leave camp early in the morning, each with his own guide. and though sometimes you do get just a It, tie tired, after you have tfamped five or six hours without seeing a hoof mark, still you enjoy the magnificent woods. etc.. and when your keen-eyed guide does SPY signs of game you you forget all all a light heart,
 Blt must not let my enthusiasm run away with me, for it's not likely you are as interested in deer talk as I am just now.
 But I have had a funny little experi-
 enee that you may laugh over with me.
 Do you remember when we came home
 from Washington in September just as we left the train at Union Station we
 saw ch irlie English waving good bye to such a handsome man who was just leav- ing him? And Charlie came to us, la
 menting that we had been out of town while he was entertaining a most charm and he mas lost none of his good looks on the way.
 We stopped over night at a small coun- try inn just before getting into our camp.
 the sitting room who should tramp through into his own room adjoining tho
 sitting room. but the unknown New Yorker.
 In a little while the rest of our party
 left the room to look after traps guides, keep my spirits up when alone! Quite upconsciously I began whistling Come,
 My Love. Oh Come to Me" In A mo
 rnent heard from the next room a
  Window, Lou Dear, I Am Waiting
 Then just couldn't resist answering,
 Why don't you get a lady of yo' own?' Of course 1t was dreadful. but wait till you get whiff Of this Maine ozone. and you will find it easy to drop your im- pressive Gibson pose and do things un- heard of in city life.
 assure you when you drop trained skirts and don abbreviated hunting clothes. you drop lots of fancy manners too.
 But to go on tho unknown then whis- tied, There's only one girl in the world for me-" and I answered. I'm only a
 poor little singing girl" By this time we were both laughing between whis- ties and heard his guide call. and l flew from the room just as he opened his
 door, but I heard his whistle as he drove off, How can I bear to leave theeT Of course I'll never see him again, so I don't mind the experience. sundays story. GOULD COUNT FIF