New-York tribune., 1910-09-18

mine and made me dizzy with the 10Y Of :. =,
YOU tramped sturdily along And once. WIZ,
we were in a lonely road where nobody co,,fJ
see. we walked hand IN hand And I told vo-
dear. foolish things and you listened with ,-o,.-
ouizzical smile. a smile that would have -na4o
me think you were laughing at INC Fl T. had,',
been for your eyes. And we went down "a 81
point to watch the sunset tOgetcer. You liked
the music that came drifting over the ra-lC
from a boatload Of picnickers- but all the muse
| cared for was Just in yOur voice saving con-
mon sensible. everyday things B-- once f,s.
as a big white star came out over the hits
across the harbOr, you bent over me and SAID
something tender that NOBODY else would Sa-
as nobody else could say L, and e. has mad
a song in my heart ever since 20 H rich ever,
fiber OF me beats delicious time. The foolish
folk around me think that | was alone in tIs
park They don't understand; --- you do.
How | hoard up your looks and tones n nv
memory. as If they were jewels Jer11d p-cel
When | am away from you. count them ove-
and revel in them. Yes. even IN some cold o-
impatient words you once spCke.--hey hu-.
me then and they hurt me ye-.-a-. love ne
pain because you inflicted 1t -1re better yau-
coldest Cruelest words than a.. .r- ---der Ig-.
ing things that any other man could say An
| spelling you by thIs2 I dare say Bot whz.
IS the good Of loving people II yo- don't spoil
thern2 | like 70 spoil yOu; | srlg.dl'c ha'-
love YOU if you were not spCr.aJ.e.
And you understand this too.-g1u under
stand all about me. you clear sighted one.
And now that you have read what have
written. | leave you to read whe- [ have m.
written-the dear. subtle urte-cIr-ents Of
thought that cannot be eZpres5e- IN anything
so clumsy as human speech; IN the cnwo-5e5
messages of soul 70 soul across "-a-ever NAY
divide them.
Heart OF Ny Heart. goodn.sa-- go 20
dream OF you
60 you wish our engagemen- b-olea?"
~ said Stephen Avery.
Sally nodded L know you don't mind
Stephen. OF course all our farrl.as VIII have
a crouch about it; but that ne1-1 matter.
If YOU back me up. they VIII soon reconcile
themselves. And I'm so fond Of Charlie
You'll set me free, won't YOU,
''On one condition, said Stephen graveiv.
''Of course" agreed Sally recE-rssIy.
Stephen produced letter from his pocket
book and held it out that Sally might see the
address and postmark. You may mary
ANYBODY YOU like, if YOU VIII tell me who
wrote that letter, and introduce me % her"
he said.
Sally had the grace to blush. "I It's oneG
mine. ism { it, she asked guilty.
No. You couldn't have written that Iec-
ter, Sally, any more than you could have
a sonnet. The writing IS Ike
yours but that is all. Own up. SALLY"
1T must be the letter | got Patricia
Wyndham to write to YOU one night las.
winter when / was in hurry. / r-st asked
her for Joke She never wce-I tell ne
what she put in it. Pat can be SD provoking
by spells. What did she write, Stephen?
Little girls mustn't be CURIOUS, sad
restoring the letter to It's resting
place Aren't YOU ashamed Of yourself,
Sally. getting another girl to write Your love
letters for you2
4 did it only once" protested sally
And Patricia isn't like any other girl
didn't suppose you'd ever know Or car.
You re not going TO be nasty 70 her aooutE,
are yOu2
Certainly not; but l mean to make her
OWN up 10 it. Don't forget your promise,
Sally"
I'll have Pat down for my BRIDESMAID
But YOU are not TO scoId her, remember. L
vas all nv doing"
When Stephen was alone he read Pa
ricia's letter over again. When he tOldetH
ID there was a twinkle, half of auusemen-.
laIf of tenderness. in his ewes. Little gr-