Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-18

Just a note; that's all l ever send. You
know all that I've been doing since Sunday
1t would serve you right if l did, said
Patricia.
But, Pat dear, I'm in earnest. You
don't want me to be scolded, do you? And
it would be so easy! l never put any love
nonsense in them, you know. Dear me!
there's the bell. Patsy darling, by-by.
There, kiss me and don't look so fierce:
You're so horribly intense in everything!
be stupid, after ALL
WHEN Sally had gone Patricia scram-
'" bled off the bed and sat frowning be-
fore the photograph on the table. i've al
ways liked YOU" she said, shaking her finger
at the likeness. "You have such a good,
strong, stubborn face. You'll go on trying
to make Sally over all your life, and never
succeed, won't you?
1--we half a mind to write that letter for
Sally to you tonight, Stephen Avery-to
give you something satisfying for once in
your life. You would think you had waken-
ed up Sally at last. will, too! I'll write to
you as if you were that dream lover of mine.
Such letters as he has had written to him,
deep down in my soul! You shall have one
of them, Stephen, for the sake of that big
heart of yours that dear, little, pretty, stupid
Sally can't fill
TWO days afterward Stephen Avery re-
ceived plump letter addressed in the
handwriting of his absent fancee. He car
ried it about unread in his pocket all day;
for he did not believe in mixing love letters
with business. Besides, Sally's letters kept
well. In his den that night Stephen read the
letter Patricia had written:
Heart of My Heart-I am alone tonight.
and am going to write you letter right out of
my soul. out of the real me whom nobody in
the world knows. such letter as | have never
written to you before. dear love O mine. Will
you like to read it, wonder. this page from
woman's heart? Will you only be coldly curious
overit? Or perhaps only contemptuously toler-
ant? Or will you kiss each word as could kiss
it. just because it is to be read by your
eyes:
You will understand me. because you are
clever. If you were not clever. you would
think all that was in this letter just the
black and white o. it. and even that would
puzzle you. But woman can say anything
she likes to a man like you and be sure that
she will not be misunderstood
| am all alone-and am not alone. because
my thoughts of you all around me like ben
edctions, and sit among them enqueened be-
cause of them. Dear heart. the thought of you
would make woman better ana nODer II she
was in the dust at your feet. When l think of
you. l am glorious creature, loving and aspir
ing and reverencing with all my heart and soul
and mind. l am better and higher than my
self in the glamour of your love.
The moment some one speaks of you is a
golden moment to me. and l wonder what l
have ever done to deserve such happiness
your love. 1 have done nothing l am
nothing 1t is just life's most beautiful gift to
me. gift that take. thanking God for it. and
praying that it may never be taken from me.
though am not worthy of it.
You dear one! Did ever tell you how much
l like the way your hair grows over your fore
head? Almost as much as l like your crooked
mouth. And that one little curl at the point
always looking as if it just going to drop
down on your eyebrow but never dropping.
How much l want to poke my finger through
it and have it glistening there like the gold of
a ring of troth! l love your hair because it is
curly. But if it was straight l should love it
because it was straight. You dear one!
Do you know that you went walking with
me in the park yesterday? Yes you did. We
were there together. you and l. and nobody
knew it but me. 1t was my dear secret. and 1
kept it close in my heart and warmed me with
it. You walked by my side under the pines
and the echo of your footsteps rang true to