The Forrest City times., 1905-02-24


 ness Editor and contributor wrote each other of their plans. their failures ana successes. of the interesting people they met. of their impressions of notable per- sons and events.
 Fiske wrote to Maynard in one of his letters:
 Our scheme is going to be great success; and when our Lives and Let ters' are ready to come out. they Will have the added charm of novelty. No body writes letters nowadays. When we pass away. We shall be the only people dying with literary remains worth em- balming Even if Ye do sothing note worthy in the meantime. We shall a! least have accomplished the remains.
 Over year had passed without the two correspondents meeting or Anything occurring to undeceive them in regard to their mutual misunderstanding, when one afternoon grinniE.c office boy brought in a card to Fiske as he sat dt his desk in the Symposium office. On the card was written in the well-known hand. Maynard Barlow
 TUT MiSS lSht. SEiihtIPU lHe UOA .
 Great Scott" murmured Fiske. Its come at last, I hope he's great deal bigger than I am It'll be over sooner::" and he went out to meet the man who thought he had been writing to q girl.
 But the man was a Sfri.
 And the girl was man.
 If the girl had been old and ugly. Fiske would have thought she was love ly, so great was lis relief. But the girl was young and pretty and stylish, too. That he saw at a glance. Of her intel lectual equipment ard her sympathetic nature he had stack of evidence filed under lock and key in hN private drawer.
 If the man had been old and ugly Maynard would have thought he was horrid: and she might have said or done or thought great many disagreeable things that never even occurred 10 Ger. She took him all in with a satisfied look, as he stammered forth his apologies and his explanations. and she was glad the assistant editor was a man.
 Don't say another word" she inter rupted. with an amused smile. It's all right; dare say I can bear it if you can" And they bore it very well.
 There's one thing that bothers me. though said Maynard, as they parted that evening after the theater. have you got all my letters ties up with pink ribbons. as you wrote?"
 No" replied Fiske; T will confess, they're all fastened with rubber bands" I'm so glad." cried Maynard "Good night"
 Maynard staid nearly a month in the. city. and she and Fiske managed to spend a good deal of the time in q. eh others eompany-''read adjusting their re- lations,' they called it. By the time Maynard went home the relations wers pretty veil readiustee.
 Dear me." she sighed. ore evening toward the end of her visit. some of the most delightful experiences in our lives will never get into our letters"
 "Oh. yes" said Fiske they will form endless subjects for future correspond ence. and think how much piquancy our ridiculous blunder will give 10 the earl&- CT chapters.
 After Maynard's return the core. spondence was not allowed to laneuish on either side But while Maynard's $ let. ters were much the same frank com ment on books ideas and events as be- fore, the letters that F.7ke wrote grew tr1n nd ter. At last Maynard gently intimate9 in reply to one more feryent than usual hat she feared their letters were be- coming of nature 10 longer to interest the great pubic to whom they expected to appeal in their Lives and Letters. ]"
 Oh. don't know. wrete Fislle. in re- ply look at the Browning LeJters.' ]"
 And so they were married.