The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1907-11-09
Someone's Letter

"You and l have always been such
good comrades, Peggy, l am going to
tell you something" Adams began,
leaning forward to obtain better view
of Miss Bruce's pleasant features.
"Only little while ago, as l was
coming along the beach, the wind
caught a scrap of paper and swirled 1t
around so near that grabbed 1t, and
had read it, before l realized what L
was doing. twas part Of letter in
which some girl described her ideal
man for her best friends Information,
and-I know you will laugh couldn't
help recognizing myself"
what conceited thing to do" Peg
gy retored, smiling. Girls write lots
of nonsense"
'This wasn't nonsense, If you please !;
lit rang true. l mean to find out who
that girl is" he declared.
81 believe you are half Ia love with
her already" she insisted mis-
shievously.
perhaps I am," Adams admitted,
calmly.
ooh, Mr.. Adams" they heard In at
fected tones, as Violet SIncell hurried
to where they were seated on ledge Of
rocks near the sea. Il hope l haven't
kept you waiting long,"
- That's all right" said Adam, ris-
Ing "We're going sailing, Peggy.
Won't you come along|
mo, thank you, hope you will have
a pleasant time" She waved her hand
in farewell, and returned to the Bruce
cottage, at which she and her father
were entertaining small party COM
posed of Emory Adams, a young lawyer
whom she had known from babyhood,
and his mother, besides her two
friends, Violet Sincell and Bernice
Shaw.
Sea and Sky were a soft, cool gray,
the light changing from moment to mo-
ment. By the time Violet and Adams
returned from their afternoons outing
an impalpable curtain shut off the
ocean from view, rain began to fall, and
the waves dashed thunderously against
the rocks. A constraint seemed to have
arisen between Violet and Adams, and,
after dinner, Miss Sincell, pleading IA
tigue, went to her room. The remainder
of the party were engaged In a game
of bridge, with the exception of Peggy
and Adams.
Miss Bruce, who Adams thought
looked very well in soft, white gown,
seated herself at the piano and began
the Brahms Wicgenlied, while ne leaned
against the instrument, listening to her
playing. Suddenly she raised her
brown eyes from the keyboard to his
face. it's strong features framed In
smooth lustrous hair.
'sYou look worried, Emory?'' she OBJ
served. did you and vi have a quar-
rel this afternoon?'
''Oh, bless you, no." he fastened to
say. '"She was frightened a. the fog,
and once she clutehed me around the
neck and nearly upset the boat. She is
a nice girl, and an awfully pretty girl
yet I think / should feel relieved If 1
knew that she didn't write that let
ter"
NOW that is too bad" Peggy told
him. wi has taken a great fancy 10
you. She speaks Of you and Boston Ia
the same tone she uses when referring
to heaven and the angels"
The CONSERVATION expressed on Adj
ans face at the information sent Peg
gy into gale of laughter. Don't look
like that" she gasped; Il don't believe
her infatuation is serious you needn't
feel obliged to propose"
Adams came nearer to Peggy's side.
Miss Shaw Is hardly the kind of a girl
who would disclose her feelings easily,
It seems to me-" he conf1ded, in a low
cred tone. Il like her; she has a
strong, fine personality. But
Are you determined to run that Door
girl, who wrote silly letter. to earth?'
Peggy interrupted. Take my advice,