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Show i: " HOW GREAT MEN MAKE LOVE AS REVEALED BY THEIR LOVE LETTERS By JOSEPH KAYE I ijy ti;!;t-r S i;d;caie. Inc.) BRET HARTE AND ANNA GRISWOLD 'TP HIS is another of those husbaud-and-wife love letters which appear quiet and unromantic and in reality are more potent love leiters than the anient phrases of the pre-ceremony missives, l'.rot Uarte married Anna Griswold when he was hut twenty-three twenty-three and during his lecture tours and other t r i i is away from home, his every change of mood, every recurrence of good luck and ill luck, every episode of his experiences were at once re laved to his confidante at home. "I have telegraphed you twice from Washington." he writes from Tins burgh, on January 0, 1ST2, to his wife, "and once today from Pittsburgh. And now I send you many and happier returns re-turns of your birthday, dear Half woman. I've gone along thus far and very fairly and without delay. Mj Washington lecture was crowded; the nudienee was almost as quick and re-; re-; sponsive as the Boston folk and the committeemen, to my groat delight, told me that they made money by me. You will be sorry to hear that I felt ' dreadfully lonely on my Washington trip and you wi'l he sorrier to hear, you infamous women, that my Hmrh-eon Hmrh-eon was mitigated by meeting Miss Einny Ranks and her mother in the train. You may remember that I :uet Miss Banks at Burlingham's little dinner din-ner hut I don't know that I told you that she was lovely. "How you would have enjoyed this trip with me ! "Finding that I would be two or three hours in Baltimore on my way to Pittsburgh, I telegraphed to Chisa Mayer to meet and sup with me. He met me at the depot; we went to 'Guy's' a famous restaurant and had a nice supper, and then we spent the last half hour of our limit at Branty Mayer's house with your cousins. 'Miss Kate" and 'Jinny' were on their way to a party and there were one or two others whom I had not seen before. be-fore. They all regretted you were not with me and made me promise to bring you In the early spring to spend a few days. . . . "I am looking from the windows of my hotel on the Monongahela river, with all sorts of queer tlatboats and barges passing and repassing. Flow I you would have enjoyed it! The mail leaves in a few minutes. T conclude you are better or you would have tele graphed me. Kiss the chickens for me. Nan, and look for the safe return speedily of your own. Frank." During his courtship days Harte chose to address to his beloved tumorous tu-morous love poems, .of which the following fol-lowing stanza Is a sample: SERENADE. Adapte.l to the litituie of San Fran- O list, lady, list! while thy lover outside out-side Pours forth those l'ond accents that t thrill thee: : ! O list! botli thy doors and thy windows beside i For fear thru some thorough draught i chill thee. The eweet summer moon's hanging low in the sky. And the fog's drifting wildly around me: t There's dump in my throat, there is sand in my (yes. And my old friend Neuralgia has found ! me. I j Bret Harte was the pioneer novelist i of the pioneer days of California. His j short stories rank with O. Henry's and ! picture as faithfully and realistically. I American life of the period. I |