Grainger County news. (Rutledge, Tenn.) 1917-current, 1917-12-20
BY w. KENNEDY.

much" but just right. He dropped
into an easy chair and ran his eye
casually over the evening paper. Then
came parenthetical smoke, and he
sat down to his desk to write his let.
tiers.
Saintsbury's two letters were as dis
similar as it is possible to imagine. One
was merely note to Edith Crawford
asking her to go with him to see ICY
rano de Bergerac" the latter part of
the week. Yet how fondly he wrote
1t. He began the note Dear Edith"
writing the words with a caress, and
he sat admlring his own rashness,
though he knew he was merely writing
for his own edification and that the ar
istocratic Miss Crawford would never
see what he had there written. He
scrubbed the name all over the page
and then, with sigh, laid the sheet
aside and began to write the formal
note which he always sent to Miss
Crawford. Saintsbury was so deeply
in love with this lady that 1t actually
scared him.
The second letter which he had to
write was for a friend who was in
love and wished to send beautiful
letter announcing this fact to the won-
an he adored, but did not know how
to do 1t. "Write me letter, john"
said Dick, "as if you were writing to
your own girl" John endeavored to
follow out these instructions. He did
not know the name of Dicks sweet
heart, and in order to do his best he
addressed the letter to Edith Crawford
intending to leave her name out when
ne copied the letter. He found it easy,
to write under these circumstances,
and when it was concluded he read 1t
over and glowed with the beauty of it.
He could find no fault with 1t, and he
felt that he could not improve upon 1t
by rewriting it. SO what was the use
of rewriting it? Dick had to copy 1t
anyway in his own nervy hand. So
he took out couple of envelopes and
addressed them and enclosed the let
tiers, having forgotten all about leav-
Ing Edith Crawford's name in his
friends letter.
The next day at the bank he was
rung up by his friend Daniels. II say"
said Dick over the telephone. "yosT
didn't know that you sent me letter
addressed to friend Of yours, did
you? What's up, anyway, old boy?'
John remembered then that he had
forgotten to erase Miss Crawford's
name, and he blushed through the
phone as he replied: "Oh, that's all
right. Just scratch her name out and
l think it will do"
"You haven't given yourself away
a-plenty, have your" said Dick.
Could it be that he snapped the let
tiers and sent Edith's to Dick and
Dicks to Edith? The idea was quite
amusing until he remembered that
Edith's name was in the beautiful love
letter. 1t was impossible that he could
have made such mistake, but he was
vaguely uneasy about 1t, and that eve
ming he FASTENED out to Miss Craw-
ford's to set the matter at rest.
He found her in the drawing room
alone, and looking pensively into the
fire. How beautiful, how tender, how
dainty she was in the freight glow!
He broke it awkwardly: "Did you
get letter from mel"
eyes," she answered with adorable
softness.
"Well, did Ibid you-can you tell
me what wrote-I mean did say-W
II do not understand you, Mr..
Salisbury" said Miss Crawford, rath-
er distantly.
pardon me, but I mean, did I ask
you in the letter you received whether
you cared"
"Is 1t possible you do not remember
what you wrote mel" she inquired.
with beautiful iciness.
"Why, of course; but fear there
! has been some mistake"
Miss Crawford was not only amazed.
but she was apparently quite angry.
AS for him, he was in agony of doubt.
pardon my awkwardness," he said
with smile, land will explain. Last
night l had to write two letters. One
asked you to go with me to see 'Cy-
rano de Bergerac.' The other was writ
ten for friend, who asked me to write
it as If l were addressing the woman
loved"
"Then," said Edith, with a sort of
sweet dismay, "this letter was not for
me?"
"Oh, yes it was. 1t went straight
by mistake. That was ALL" said John.
"But what becomes of the invitation
to see 'CyrancY" asked Edith.
Bother Cyrano!" cried John, now
grown entirely brave. what want
to know is whether you accept the In
vitation to become Edith Saintsburyr'
81 suppose / will have to, for an
dying to see 'Cyrano.'
And that is how it came about.
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Wouldn't Work.
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