The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-08-06
A Happy Mistake
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81 it not possible. my dear Lettice,"
asked Miss Nynor, having come to
- an end Of her stock OF patience,
ito find some occupation that Will en-
ploy your time more usefully and per-
haps with less annoyance to other PEG
plef'
"What would you do, auntief' she
said. her hands clasped behind her
back, her curly brown head a little on
one side, as though 1t were considering
"a weighty subject, what would you
do, do you think, If you were 10 re
ceive two offers by the same post. and
YOU didn't like one any better than the
other-the people who sent them, /
mean?'
Il cannot-if you refer to proposals
of MARRIAGE cannot at all imagine
such a contingency" replied Miss Wy
nor stlfily, STOPPING over her knitting
to pick up a dropped stitch.
"surely, Lettice," continued Miss
Vynor. you do not intend to tell me
that you know of any person of our
ACQUAINTANCE who has compromised
herself SO farf'
well. no, | can't say | do an
swered Miss Lettice-whlch was very
true. In one way, for she certainly did
not mean to tell her aunt anything OF
the kind.
.sThen think, my dear Lettice, that
you might occupy yourself more profit
ably than In making these idle suppose
tons" said Miss Nynor.
Yes, auntie, you're right. as usual.
I'll see If | can't find something better
to do" and Lettuce gladly seized the
opportunity OF escape from n CONVEX
sation that had seemed in danger of be-
coming too personal.
She ran lightly upstairs To her own
room and. after carefully closing the
door, drew from her pocket two envel-
opes and settled herself In a chair TO
read their contents, not for the first
time.
Very odd they should both have
written, and chosen exactly the same
time" she said to herself softly.
For quite n long time Lettiee sal
with the letters before her, consider
ing, for she was In II serious diff
Guilty.
II like Humphrey Forde best, | do
believe, but he's so grave and so quiet,
and s~omehow-it's too ridlculous-but
sometimes he seems almost afraid of
mel His voice quite trembled once
or twice when he spoke to me the 9th
er day. A man can't be up to much
II he's afraid Of n girl! No, 1t must
be VIII Haywood; he is n dear boy, so
bright and full of fun, and ready to
enter into everything; we are sure TO
get on well together. And yet-I'm
half sorry"
She gave a quick little sigh; then
rose, drew together her writing mate
>ials, and began to write. Only a brief
message on each dainty sheet; 1t was
all she could muster courage for. On
one she wrote: Come this evening at
T." and addressed the envelope to W.
Haywood, Esq, and on the other, in
hasty, uncertain characters: Forgive
me, oh, do please forgive me. but
cannot!'
As footsteps mounted the stairs to-
ward her room she thrust both notes
in the envelopes and hid them hastily.
The next moment her aunt raped at
the door and entered.
Il cannot say hat | approve re-
marked Miss Vynor, in her precise
way, "of the habit that young people
of the present day seem to have form
ed of spending so much time In their
own apartments. In my own young
days a bedroom was a bedroom, and
was not intended to be used as n sit.
ting room also; and 1t appears to me
that the habit is conducive to Il great
waste of time, for there seldom seems
to be any visible result from 1t. !
came to propose that we should walk
this morning. Il Is n pity to waste
the best part of the day indoors, and