New-York tribune., 1910-09-18

lust a note; that's all | ever send You
know all that I've been doing since Sunday:
at would serve you right If | did, SAID
Patricia.
But. Pat dear, I'm in earnest. You
don't want me to be scolded, do your And
it would be so easyl | never put any love
nonsense in them, you know. Dear me-
there's the bell. Patsy darling, by-Dy-
There, kiss me and don't look so herce;
You're so horribly intense IN everythlng-
Isn't it uncomfortable? l believe Id rather
be stupid, after all.
V/HEN Sally had gone Patricia scram-
" bled off the bed and sat frownIng be
fore the photograph on the table. 81 I've al
WAYS liked you," she said. shaking her hnger
at the likeness You have such good,
strong, stubborn face. You'll go on trying
to make Sally over all your life, and never
succeed, won't yOuo
1--WE half a mind to write that letter tor
Sally to you tonight, Stephen Avery 70
give you something satisfying Tor once IN
your life You would think you had waken-
cd I'D Sally at last | will, too. III write to
you as if you were that dream lover OF nine
Such letters as he has had written to him,
deep down in nv 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-
L 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, Saly's letters kept
we'll. In his den that night Stephen read the
letter Patricia had written:
Heart of My Heart am alone tonight,
and going to write you letter T1ght out OF
my soul. out of he real me whom nobody IN
the world knows such a letter as | have never
written to you before. dear love o mine. VIII
you like to read it. wonder, this page from
woman S heart? VIII you only be coldly curious
Overit? Or perhaps only cOntemptuously toler-
ant? Or will you kiss each word as could kiss
it. lust 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 in this letter was just the
black and white of it, and even that would
puzzle you. But woman can say anything
she likes to man like you and be sure that
she will not be misunderstood
| am all alOne-and | am not alone. because
nv thoughts of YOU are all around me like ben
edictons. and l sit among them enqueened be-
cause of them. Dear heart, the thought OF you
would make woman better and nobler II she
was in the dust at your feet When | think OF
you, | am a glorious creature, loving and aSplr-
ing and reverencing with all my heart and soul
and mind | 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 | wonder what |
have ever done TO deserve such happiness as
your love. | have done nOthing-and |
nothing. 1t is Just Iife's most beautiful gift to
me. gift that l take. thanking God for it. and
praying that it may never be taken from me,
though | am not worthy of it.
!, 7 Ill Ly,vr-
| 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 was just going to drop
down on your eyebrow but never dropping.
How much | want to poke my finger through
it and have it glistening there like the gold of
a ring of trothl | love your hair because it IS
curly. But if it was straight I should love it
because it was straight. You dear oneI
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
kept it close in my heart and warmed me with
t. You walked by my side under the pines,
and the echo of your footsteps rang true to S