The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1905-06-16
The One
Letter :.
CLAIMING POLLOCK
Copyright, 1904, by Claiming Pollock
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standing Frank Claxton took Virginia
Carter TO dinner at Giovani's. This un-
derstanding, the result of many misun-
gagement, and they chose to hold the
wake over their dead love at the tiny
restaurant where 1t had been born.
Neither talked much during the meal,
and when either spoke, for some rea-
son not easily explained, 1t was in
very low tone, The man said, IT sup
pose / had better return your letters"
There must be a great many Of
Them" responded the girl, the corners
of her mouth trembling into faint
smile.
Eyes. In-in three years.
Il shall send yours tomorrow-that
is, shall send all but one. should like
to keep ene-in memoriam. May IY
IF may"
Certainly. "A fair exchange you
know"
Claxton left her at the door Of her
apartment something less than an hour
later. On the way to his own home he
marveled that he should regret what
had happened so little The petty quar-
refs OF the past few months had worn
out his endurance, he thought, and rem
dered him Indifferent to their culmina-
ton. He wondered how she felt about
it, At all events, the separation would
leave him with more time-more time
to work, more time to devote TO the
friends he had neglected since he had
begun caring for her.
In the matter of the Quarrels he did
not consider himself blameless. He
realized this, and admired himself bit
for the inherent generosity which pre-
vented his holding her solely to ac-
count.
ClaXton reached his "place" in rather
q relieved frame of mind. He opened
the door with a key fastened to silver
ring that she had given him on his
birthday and walked straight across
the library to his typewriter. Beside
the machine was tiny cushion she
had made for him to rest his elbow
upon when he was reading copy" He
recalled that it had come wrapped in
numberless pieces of paper, each one
inclOsed inside the other, like the eggs
In Chinese puzzle. That was about
the time that the interest aroused by
his tale of Central American life had
opened the hearts of editors toward
him.
Somehow the detective story he had
intended to begin did not fly from his
finger tips as speedily as he had ex-
pected. The first paragraph, after
writing which, he told himself, things
would go better, stood alone on the
page, a succession ,of stilted and unin-
viting sentences.
Not in the mood" he confessed at
last and strolled down Broadway to his
club. The boy at the door didn't know
him, and when, after satisfying the stu
pid fellow of his membership, he saun-
tered into the loungfng room he was
in an exceedingly unpleasant humor.
Parsons been here this EVENING"" he
inquired brusqcely of an attendant.
mo, sir" replied the man. "He does
not come very often now, sir. Married.
l believe"
Claxton cursed Parsons from the bot
tom of his soul.
"Graham?" he asked
"Mr. Graham was in about a week
ago. We don't see him more than once
a fortnight"
Funny" unused Claxton "By George,
wonder If there's any one in the
placer
There was, in the writing room
Frederick Ford Ferguson, a youth just
coaxing q timorous mustache into ex-
istence and tolerated only for the sake
Of his father, Major Ferguson, former
ly of the Ninth infantry. Claxton
would gladly have passed the young
ster by, but he was hailed before he
could regain the hall.
"Stop bit, old chap. l want to read
you line I'm sending to friend Of
mine at Days. Rather clever letter,
you know"
Claxton tore himself away and went
back home. What was Miss Carter do
ing? He would have wagered hun
dred that Phelps had called and taken
her out. Confound Phelps!
The story went more smoothly, stim-
ulated by the resentful energy Of its
author. From 10 o'clock until nearly
daylight the typewriter clicked inces.
sanity. When II stopped clicking, seven
pages Of manuscript. much marred by |
pencil marks, lay on the table near at
hand. 1t was good story, lie felt sure,
although there were two or three de-
tails concerning which he would have
liked q conservative opinion. I'll take
Virginia out for luncheon and read It
to her." she thought, Then he remem-
bered that they had agreed never to
see each other extraordinarily, that
is. -
The day, which began with his rising |
Mt noon, dragged along monotonously. |
It was hard to realize that. he might |
not speak to her over the telephone that
stood ON his desk and harder. still to be |
convinced that she would not call him |
up. Toward midafternoon Claxton I'M
locked a drawer and took out the nine
packages of her. letters that represent
ed a correspondence of three years. He
must choose the one letter and return
the rest to her.
To do this he must read every epis-
tie IN the. nine bundles. Claxton in |
common with most men who. write or
act; was sentimentalist, and he want
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