The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-10-05

Dear Jack; rt no
Your note came today II made me
feel anew how much ! miss you.
Dearest one in all the World when you
know that | love YOU why should ! not
speak OF my love? Why should let con-
ventionslity hold me back when am
starving with my heart hunger ,
/ can say ii without even asking that
you love me as ! love you. or praying
that the future may In some miraculous
way bring as together. I only pray that
my love for you may carry with i ome
blessing Good-by I'LL
Miss curzon finished this 4etter ana
read il carefully through. Then sho
laid both arms on the table. dropped
her head between them ard sobbed
heavily. The telephone rang and the
sudden noise startled her, She an
swered in a weak, trembling voice.
The operator apologized II was an
error: the wires were crossed. and
somebody else was wanted
'Ah. yes she moaned 1T is some
one else who is wanted all the time.
Love does not call me; success does
not call me-
Just then she remembered that sue
cess had that day signaled her in the
form of a letter from her literary
agent asking whether she could sup
ply serial for publication to be
started soon. But how could she
write of love, when own hopeless
love was crushing her heart? She
sat down and wrote a curt notetu the
agent stating that it would be mpos-
sible to send the story for several
weeks
The telephone rang again. Another
apology-the wires were crossed
again. She hung up the receiver with
a jerk and burst into nervous sobbing.
Hearing her sisters voice in the hall,
she hurried the two letters into en-
velopes and concealed them. After
good-nights had been said and she
was alone again she dropped the let
ters down the chute and went to her
room to sit by the open window until
far into the night.
During the night storm came and
the next day was so cold and rainy
that all the hotel guests were; kept
indoors. Miss Curzon was the most
restless person there Her sisters
health was not improving. IN fact,
this damp morning showed her color.
less and frail.
"Oh, I've been blind to everything
butts my own hopeless love' Miss
Curzon ieft her breakfast untasted, as
remorseless thoughts rushed into
her mind. I've been selfish and idle
when it was so necessary for me to
be busy. should never have sent
either of those letters last night Jack
will desplse me for foolish, forward
woman, and Barnaby will use some
other writer's serial VIII | never
learn to be rationale Te crowd these
thoughts from her mind she plunged
into work.
For the next few days she worked
hard, but all that she wrote was un-
satisfactory. Fighting remorse and
smothering regret did not aid n,good
work. The letters from New York
came to her on the fourth day. One
was in Jacks irregular, boyish hand
writing and the other had Barnaby's
address in the upper corner. She tried
to ignore her trembling hands and
pounding heart as she opened Jacks
letter. On one page of perfectly cor
rect crested notepaper she read just
this:
NV Dear Jill:
First ler me congratulate you uron hav-
ing arrived in your ''authorng' where
YOU can hold or publishers while they
vlanIor for serials. l opened this letter.
expecting to find a nice. chummy letter
IKE the talks we used to have at the
lake Instead I found this brief note TO
Air s Barnaby. evidently some publisher.
I'm returning it. as the street address If
NOT given and l failed to find him in the
city directory.
Til wires must be crossed. and the
publisher got my message. So send me
another one. won't you? shall not for
get our good times together and shah
hope TO hear from you often.
Sincerely,
The letter dropped at Miss Curzon's
feet. She was chalky white and her
voice was hoarse whisper
What have I done9 How can |
ever explain to Barnaey2" Almost
holding her breath, she resolutely
opened Lis letter AS she read it she
dropped into a chair. spent with re-
lief This was his letter;
NV Dear Miss Curzon
You failed to inclose letter Of expla-
nation anl think YOU also failed 20 in
close aait OF The manuscript for the nrst
installnent Of your Jack anc Jill" story
| take IL that you want my opinion.
though so here II is. Your plot win have
to be a corling good one II N.u make a
serial in the form of letters. Let me
know just what your idea is about this
remember that YOU tod me typewrit-
ers wers an unknown quantity UP there
where yon'Ne been resting but | am re-
turning yonr manuscript herewith md
hoar 20 receive your regular copy for this
ald the remainder Of the SERIAL rs soon
as you can get il to me. Yours truly,
H. BAIsNADY.
The afternoon mail carried cut this
note
Ny Dear Jack:
Tn afraid you wonder how one so
stupid as to send the wrong letter 20
publisher ever manages 10 gel into print
Tla note wrote you has hesu returned
BY the publisher. but its stale now. 50
I'm writing another TO repent my cordial
wishes that the inclosed kodak pictures
may be- pheasant reminders af our gond