ed him about his own life and work, and sought to flatter
him by appearing to take interest in everything he said.
The small hours of the morning still found them there. When at last
they parted, she said in that arch, captivating way, which none better
than she knew how to employ:
"We will be good friends, won't we?"
"You bet we will!" was his laconic, careless rejoinder.
CHAPTER III.
Denver, Colorado, June 15, 19--.
Dear Will:
I've made good all right. The management is delighted and already
wants me to sign for next year. My notices are wonderful. They say
I'm great. I enclose some of the newspaper dope. It's been awful
fun. You should have seen me as the tuberculous Camille, expiring
to slow music in Armand's arms. It was a scream. I had to bite the
property bedclothes to keep from exploding outright. But the scene
went fine. People sobbed all over the house.
Denver's a peach of a place. Fancy--I found a big "Welcome" arch
up--no doubt in honor of my arrival--and it's been up ever since.
Seriously, I'm a big social success--invited everywhere--tea
parties, church gatherings and other choice functions. Can you
imagine yours truly, demure and penitent, taking part in bazaars,
solemnly presided over by elderly spinsters in spectacles? You ask
why I don't write more regularly. My dear boy--if you only knew how
busy I am, what with rehearsals, social duties and so forth! What
nonsense to imagine for a moment that it was because my time was
taken up by some other man. You must think I'm foolish. No, no,
dear--not quite so dippy as that. No other charmer for mine while
my Will is good to me. Write soon to
Your own
LAURA.
P.S.--How's dear old Broadway these days? If you see Elfie, tell
her to write.
Colorado, land of enchantment, possesses at least one distinct
advantage over other states of the Union. Apart from the rugged
grandeur of its scenery, its lofty, awe-inspiring peaks and stupendous
canons, the climate is perhaps without its equal in the world. Denver,
particularly, is richly favored in this respect. Situated near the
foothills of the Rockies, on a high, broad plateau, sheltered by the
majestic mountains from the fierce storms and blizzards that sweep the
plains, the winters are delightfully mild and salubrious. Owing to the
great altitude the atmosphere is pure and dry and in th
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