the rave el I saw. and he conquere -i. his
s *aeis Alia TT« - n't that fascinating ?);_ he is a
cr *^';" eer : ■ ' •"•' '"~-e 'S with his sister in Ger
£*-}'• He has ' ... s evcrvv/here. — has lived in -■
;.; tersVjur S- Paris: i' ■■: ,— oh, more places than I can
task of. aad sotae - • : . -h ones I don't even know
I" |TtoT t0 s l^"- ■— ■ • : - the most interesting man to
-■^to or lister. : •• .• I have ever known^
| « is v :i iv.: ._■ • - -. oieiys"; who have a cot
.^ three doors : ■ Aunt Fanny's. They met
last yrjnter ..■ ■ Petersburg, and I think that
'-"/ jtre :-:-. • nr ] him for that impossible
Tt^f^' of *■-■•■ ■■ Fanny Montgomery. She is.
•< resting girl I have ever
|-~J*n, rub ;.. ■ .■ :: .^ e:r.l.»roicier>-. — eyelet
s ai:, t* summer.' and A\'allacliian
, . ? '. ( ; iir ;~-'- : : :'. talk about •"settlement
-> e Z.'^° ! v:h: ■■•'- ' ' -"■ : -' to l»t she doesn't know
' •-' SheVa perfect "mess"
fe*uA^° otfae: "■■ ■■'■' i forFaany. But— she will
s lj; : ' : "•" • i that Covers more ills than
\'.*vr.~^ : l° ie - atl■ ': ■.■.!:-:. and a stupid head. No
-- k 'V Or htrr - l3 - : -'"•• deafvj if your little penniless
$•£?. ne " d c:i - felp it. Don't imagine that Mr.
r'^f l~l ~ '-- : -" over me. — not vet, — but if he
tSaT 88 * 1 ™ ]^' l ' A - '■■<-' the happiest girl in the
fr^*' -^ T^^ J ::■ not quite crazy. only near it!
- c '■-• me a: once. Everly, ' Jean.
D G!i: Your letter came just in the
B »stc4V Ja '^ " '■ otherwise 1 should have
v ->tL •"' c: - t >'-■■•- cents telegraphing to find out
'UW; } ' JU Were aliye or dead. The idea of your
U cSji^ '■ answer my letter! You are
: Wk vo^".;'' ' ' ensible." that i began to
•«t»ff*f c ac g. r >' **ith me for l^ing such a fool
1 belief]" '' J '~~ 'V ::! - :': ' " : - : -- I scarcely know. But
•*-^ly W.?- '•'■ : ' ; '"- '•"'! explained that you had
*OBaj]y fl-}' 1 ' !ax^ 1 forgave you at <jiice. and
B &ia.v!W • "-y^- for not having written you
**ep *ell ' V^ U m^ sts ?- t '-'' yj an >" more: you must
* n&ae r >OU mist IlcVer |cay« another letter
J*««^jT? $ ** I ' e<3 :: ° r t'.-.w whole weeks, 'cause if
*^ sudd^,, 55 * 0 2??™ th ereT3 be •■battle, murder.
Vj r?.^ a'-^a '-^ v-.1.,- n We meet.
iS e ,is r protfe ar VtoV t0 retu rn to the all important.
i^'aeea'lfr^fr^ 1 * v<rt " ri^ tsl IJ^ m Y devotion. 1
?fy Kace I :: -- : "'- ever)' day and twice every
ia: ;;:^. '?•;- you. Without being the least
• I- really quite devoted, whereat
By SARAH GUERNSEY BRADLEY
A Case of the Wive Cams
I Saw. He Conquered.
the Montgomery's wax wroth, and do ail they aare
to snub me. Of course they have to invite me
there on Aunt Fanny's account; but they always
manage to put me at one end of the room and Mr.
Wingate at the other, and they positively glare at
me if. toward the end of the evening. [ happen to be
talking to him alone for a few meager minutes. I
shall decline the next invitation to their hospitable
abode, and. if Aunt Fanny insists on knowing the
reason. I shall tell her everything.
I don't believe that Mr. Wingate has ever known
very much of women except in a superficial sort
of way; for, though he is the very pink of courtesy,
and awfully particular about the thousand and one
little attentions that mean so much to a girl, he
does not take advantage of many a lead I give him,
— at least he hasn't yet. But we're coming on,
Angie, we're coining on. and I think he'll capitulate,
in spite of the Montgomery's and their millions!
Angie,— swear secrecy!— at the present moment I
care more for him than I ever did for any of the
others, not even excepting Xed.-— though 1 admit.
even at this late day. that 1 was pretty fond of
Ned. But 1 never could have st*x>d that mother of
his You know she was the rock on which we
split. I believe that Mr. Wingate is most relation
less; 1 have never heard him speak of any of his
family except his sister. Perhaps he was brought
up in an orphan asylum. — a state of alTairs greatly
to lie desired in one's husband,— but you'll think
I'm anticipating. By the by. not that ii is ot the
slightest interest to me now, but I heard the other
day, quite incidentally, that Ned's mother was dead,
and that he was living in Paris.
This is scratched oil on the beach while Mr. U m
gate is in swimming. If it's illegible, lay it to the
fact that I have to stop writing every now and then
to look at him. He is a perfect dream in his bathing
suit. Now you are disgusted with me! Never mind,
some day I'll grow sensible like you. dearest Angie;
but I shall always Ik.- Your loving Jean.
D- night by the
sad sea waves, and I shall be the happiest girl
in the world. I know the "signs of the times," and
they are unmistakable and infallible.
\Y/]-:LL. darling, the deed is done, and I'm
w what i said I should !«.-, the happiest girl in
lhe whole solar system: Oh., how I want to~see vo~u? to
Drawing! by R. J. Morgan
tell ' •■ ' "
going 1 ■ " ret for a
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Lunt Fai • . ■
Montgoi ' And 3
know. 1 '
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n Alan is 1 1
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: it I've
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DEAR AXGIE: Leti
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[ ki • I've
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!'■> begin with, dear, I doi I
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before next spring; sol i_l
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York. - Isn't tha I
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even leave New \" >rk : >r '■
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AN'GIE DEAR 1
pened 1 ! A I thai
He is, a
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li.- had not told i
His not daring to 1
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[ do love 1
DEAR AXGIE Ha 111 1
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