The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1918-09-27
LETTERS
BY MILDRED WHITE.


lCopyright, lolk western NeWApApo.
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Dear Little White Rose:
can see your dark eyes widen IN |
surprise at this mode OF address, when
you glance at my signature. But / am
far away and dare brave your indig-
nation.
This Is the nnme gave you In my
heart, looking down that FIRST glorious
morning from the window OF my coun-
try stopping place. Beneath the win
dow. you were picking white roses
from trellls, and your appraised fnce
was as sweet and fair us they. When
we met at breakfast and our hostess
t.mumbled your name in introduction. Il
seemed TO me less n reality than the
one hac given you. Mrs. Friedmann,'
she sald with provincial formality,
, meet Mr.. Haxelton, land inyolunmrily
you smiled-smIled, and changed from
gloomy forbodlng, to joyful anticipa-
ton. my necessary stay 10 the loneli-
ness Of the foothills. Mine, was a big
engineering job aud past experience
had taught me to expect little In the
1 way OF country hospitality.
To find you In all your loyellness,
hidden In this retreat was good for.
tune indeed. To be allowed to watch
| you unobtrrslyely as you beat over
your book and sewing would be pleas
ure enough--so much your smile had
done for me. "Whyf" ] asked myself
over and over again, "were you herep
Your simplest frock bore the finished
mark OF great city. your conyersa-
ton. OF which at first sou were ungen-
erous. betrayed study. years perhaps
Of travel abroad OF yourself you gave
no information. and our usually gar
rulous hostess no doubt also had been
trained to secrecy, SO my interest.
with my admiration. grew.
When at evening | would slip away
TO my room for pretended labor Il was
to hear you play in the twilight, upon
the old piano In the "parlor" below.
/, And what music your fingers brought
forth from the ycilowed keysi Often
In listening forgot your enchanting
h SCI: sar away your music carried me
into a land Of dreams. | knew from
the first that loved you'll Yet your
reserve held me ever aloof. Desper-
ately ! guarded against betrayal. lest
you should withdraw from me your
sweet companlonshlp. b
The sadness Of your eyes haunted
ard tortured me, too, with fancies OF
an unhappy past My associates spoke
OF you as THE Mysterious Lady" and
! / wondered. "
Then came the night before my de
parture. my heart ached with loneli.
ness at the thought Of being away
from your presence. And as we sat
there on the little porch. our hostess
rocking comfortably near by. the very
air seemed pregnant with my love, and
| II seemed that You must know: MS
| gnzed into your shadowy corner
felt all at once that your heart was
reaching out---calling 70 me also--nnd
so II Is that write this letter.
Formally we bade good-by. our
hands barely touching. Now. ucross
the miles send my plea. love you:
want you for my wife. White Rose;
may come to your
Yours.
JOHN HAZLEToN.
Dear Mr.. Hazleton.
My eyes did not widen In surprise
as read your letter. but often they
I We're filed with tears because OF my
own remorse. To you feel Is due an
explanation OF my stay in the house
of the foothills, to yon alone, make
confession and apology, WIN You be-
lieye that In the JOY OF our friendliness
intended no deceit7 l foresaw no fu-
ture sorrow; yet 1t has come TO us
| both.
| When OK hostess called me Miss
Friedman" Ii introduction she used
the common phraslng of the commu-
nifty. Only nj the last became aware
Of your natural Interpretation. Years
ago, when schoolgirl. studied mu-
sic In Germany. and In the glow OF
| youthful romance / married there a
fellow pupil. Handsome and OF en-
yaging manner was Peter friedman.
After marriage the husband became a
cruel master. Mine was bitter awak-
ening--a young girl separated BY herI
own rash act from the companionshipl
Of the family who would have shell
tered her.
/ left Peter friedman. hoping tol
hide from his persistent pursuit. In myl
own country. Then the war broke out.
For few years at least would be att
peace, in the quiet spot where you'll
found me- Even here his letters sought
me out.
Marriage with me must always be a
tie. though Its bands become unbear-
/ able. So good-by, John Hazelton. Thel
shadow in my eyes does come from AMI
unhappy past. But here among the
foothills / shall have peace, and--the
memory Of white roses.
In contrition,
MARION FRIEDMAN.
Dear Mister Hazelton:
When you was here you said you
would like to come back some time
when convenient. Would like 30 say