The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-13
CHAPTER IN.
THREE LETTERS. PRIVATE AND con

II Z THIRD GENE r A T Oh

THREE LETTERS, PRIVATE AND Gun
FIDENTIAL.
Prom Mr.. PeIcivaI Bines to Miss Psyche
Bines. Montana City
On Car at Skiplap, Tuesday Night.
Dear Sis-When you kept nagging me
about who is the girl?" and / said you
osuld search me. you wouldn't have il that
way. But honestly, until this morning l
aadn't know her myself. Now that can put
you next. here goes.
One night last March, after I'd come back
from the other side. happened into little
theater on Broadway where a burlesque
vas running. It's a rowdy little place-a
music hall-but nice people go there be-
cause. though it's stuffy, it's kept decent
She was In box with two men-one old
and one yOung-and an older woman. AS
soon as | saw her she had me dashed to the
mast in a high sea, with the great salt
waves dashing over me. 1 never took much
stock in the tales about its happening at
nrst sight, but they're as matter-of-fact as
market reports. Soon as looked at her it
seemed TO me I'd known her always. L was
sure we knew each other better than any
two people between the Battery and YOnk-
ers. and that 1 wasn't acting sociable to sit
were strangers yet Actually. it ratified me
no had to take the full count. If hadn't
been wedged I'm between a couple of people
that filed all the space. and then some. it
isn't any twenty to one that wouldn't have
gone right up to her and asked her what she
meant by cutting me. / was udgy enough
for II. But l kept looking and after awhile
1 was able TO sit up and ask what hit me.
She was dressed in something black and
kind of shiny and wore a big black hat
fused up with little red roses. and her face
did more things TO me in minute than all
the rest I've ever seen. 1t was full of little
kissy places. Her lips were very red and her
teeth were very white. and / couldn't tell
about her eyes. But she was bred up to the
last notch, could see that.
Well, 1 watched her through the tobacco
smoke until the last curtain fell. They were
putting wraps for minute or so, and |
noticed that the young fellow i'm the party,
who'd been drinking all through the show.
wasn't bit too steady to do an act on the
high wire. They left the box and came down
the stairs and punched into the crowd
and let myself ooze out with them, wonder
ing il I'd ever see her again.
and there they were directly in front of me.
just naturally drifted to one side and con-
finued my little private corner i'm crude rub
Der. 1t was drizzling in beastly way. the
street was full of carriages, numbers were
being called. cab-drivers were insulting each
other hoarsely, people dashing out TO see if
their carriages weren't coming-everything
in whirl Of drizzle and dark and yells,
with the horses hoofs on the pavement
sounding like castanets. The two older peo-
pie got into carriage and were driven off,
while she and the young fellow waited for
theirs. / could see then that he was goo6
and soused. He was the same lad they
throw on the screen when the "Old Home
stead quartet sings Where Is My Wander
ing Boy To-night?' / could see she was an
noyed and little worried, because he was
past taking notice.
The man kept yelling the number of their
carriage from time to time. while the others
he'd called were driving up-it was 249 if
any one ever tries to worm it out of you
and then saw from her face that 249 had
wriegled pretty near to the curb. but was
still kept away by another carriage. She
said something to the drunken cub and
started TO reach the carriage by going OUT
into the street behind the one in it's way.
ward, and the inebriate, instead OF going
with her, started the other way to meet it,
and so, there she was alone on the slippery
pavement In this middle OF prancing horses
and yelling terriers.
II You can get any bets that / was more
than two seconds getting out there to her.
take them all, and give better than track
ratified. for when would have led her back
tn the curb she made a dash the other way
and all but slipped under a team of bays
that were just aching to claw the roses of
her hat. l saw she was helpless and turned
around. so / just naturally grabbed her
and she was so frightened by this time that
she grabbed me, and the result was that l
carried her tn the sidewalk and set her
down Their carriage still stood there with
little George Rumlets screaming to the
driver to go on J had her inside in jiffy.
and they were on Not word about MY
preseryer!" though. of course. with the
fright and noise and her modification, that
was natural
After that you can believe il or not. she
was the girl And never dreamed of seeing
her any place but New York again.
We'll, this morning when l came up from
beiow at the mine she was standing there
Miss Avice Milbrey, OF New York Her
father and mother-fne people, the real
thing. Judse-were with her. members of
party Ruion shepier has with him on his
car. They've been here all day: went
through the mine; had lunch with them.
and later walk with her. they leaving at
o.co TOT the East. we GOT on 1airly well,
cross-examines you. She is about your
height. l should judge. about Ave feet four,
though not 80 plump YOU still her look
Of sfenderness is deceptive She's one of the
build that aren't so big as they look. nor
yet so small they look. Thoroughbred is
the word for her. style and action as the
horse people say, perfect. The posc OF her
mead. her mettlesome manner. her walk.
show that shes been bred up like a Derby
winner. Her face is the one all the aristo-
Gratis are copied from. finely cut nose. chin
firm but dainty. lips just delicately full and
the reddest ever. and her color, when she
can give you her eyes. You only see first
that they are deep and clear. but a near as
anything they are the warm slatish layen-
der blue you i'm the little fall asters
She has much hair IL makes her head
look small sort OF light chestnut, with
other word for her You can look right
through her-eyes and skin so clear
Her nature. too. Is the frank, open kind.
step in and examine our stock; no trouble
To show goods and all that. and she Is so
beautifully unconscious Of her beauty that
IL goee double At times she gave me a queer
little impression OF being older at the game
than am though she can't be a day over
twenty. but I guess that's because shes
been around in society SO much. Proba bly,
shed be called the typical New York girl.
IL YOU wanted 10 talk talky talk.
Now I've told YOU everything, except that
the people all asked kindly after you, espe-
ciaiiy her mother and a Mrs. Drelmer, who $
four-horse team all by herself. Oh. yes.
No. i can't remember very well: some kind
OF brown walking skirt. short and high
boots and one OF those biue-striDed shirt
waist, the squeezy looking kind, and when
We went TO walk. red plaid golf cape;