New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-06-11

to he gin again Jtlot wac WIN - "i''
/ ! would not cry again.
one isn't quite broken hearted when one
~ can cat was finishing with my coffee
when Cello brought me note. know !
went red as she handed it TO me. wondered
if | had expected it. tried to speak casu-
ally.
again tonight You may 60" didn I dare
open it when she was there.
But Monsieur requests the answer
Madcmoiscllc.'
ripped it open. "Thcrc's no answer,
Cclic.d said, without looking at it.
Cello hcSitatcd, looked at me appcalingy'
and went out. Then | read my first love
letter:
NV Own.-Thc sun has gone out the cartn
is a barren waste refuse 20 believe there YIN
ever be light again until can see you; why
did you not come down TO dinner; 'chc say
YOU are i'll; Mother says it's because you didn Z
have time TO dress. I'm beast tor keeping
YOU | have spoiled the evening. are you
really i'll. Darling, If its the dress, won you
come now! | shall wait for you on the starr.
lmpatiently, HAP'
kissed the namc-that dear, silly nick
name and put the letter in my bosom over
nv heart. II was stiff and uncomtortaDie
and wished he had made a happier choicc
Of stationery; but it was very sweet there
over nv heart. / watched the moon coming
no. a rim of silver showing along the horizon
line. then a stream Of light Shmmcnng
dancing. across the water. He was waiting
on the stairs for me,
1t was drcadfully stupid alone 81 course
no one would disturb me. Are you
IL Daring Dorothy was play
ing the piano below. Gracious Why didn
some one keep her from singing sleepy
Song" 50 soon. She'd put everybody tc
vawning. | knew then why Mrs Hazard
needed an adjustable peg, why | was neceS,
sarv. hoped my friends wouldn't get
m;ycd "If it's the dress. wont you
come now2r | surveyed myself II
the mirror and shook my head. | coudn
90 down; didn't want TO 60. Natalie mac
Said was a thief. But he was waiting ~
the stairs for me, and that was-heavcnly
Now always thought Celie an exception
She isn't. She's Just like every other Frencf
maid. She takes a fiendsh delight IN any
thing that appears the least romantic d
cIandestine. She came in with secon'
note. bearning. | looked at her irowninl
a bit, and took it. =,
"Celie. YOU are not to bring another
said firmly. "Do YOU understand:
"Om, Mademoiselle OH, OH! Mas Mon
siew-'
you are to go below and stay there
Ceie!'
But Monsieur sent for me- Celie ex
planned.
@You are to stay below" insisted.
"Ah, Nladcmoiselle, | dare not di''oey
Monsieur
you are to obey me, Celie," | said in my
most indulgent tone, but quite firmly. y Oh
may 60. 81.
But Mademoisclle, there IS the answer;
"There is no answer.
"Ah, Madcmoiscllc, there is the answer
Monsieur she finished in English, "he will
what you call him: murder me II zero
ceS not ze anSalrc.
turned away to smile. | should have
been vexcd. It really was most ridiculous,
embarrassing too. Cclie was sure TO gossip.
sat down and hastily wrote the answer:
My DEAR FRIEND-As | do not wish %
have YOU resort to murder. and as | need my
maid here is the answer VIII you please not
write again. as | have forbidden Celle % bring
another letter. Sincerely, LOUIE GOODMAN.
| read it over before | sealed it. and it
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