into the hands of Smith or the authorities! Here's
where the profits come in, thought I, when a fellow sets up to do a
jobbing business in love, as I read on and on through the first pile,
pretending to have some difficulty in recognizing Hosley's handwriting.
A few off the top of pile No. 1 ran as follows:

April 4,----

My Dear Miss Brown:

You have not forgotten the honor granted to me at Mrs. Pratt's. May
I call to-morrow evening? I shall be eager to hear from you.

Sincerely,

JAMES HOSLEY.

April 10,----

My Dear Miss Brown:

You and I in H, middle aisle at Daly's, to-morrow night. Jolliest
show in town under these rare circumstances. If I come early, you
must pardon me, for I shall be so eager to meet you again.

The star, the breeze, the wave, the trees,
Their minstrelsy unite,
But all are drear, till thou appear
To decorate the night.

Sincerely yours,

JAMES HOSLEY.

Great Morris! It must have made him squirm in his grave.

April 12,----

Dear Miss Brown:

Thank you for the kind invitation for to-morrow evening.

Sincerely,

JAMES HOSLEY.

April 14,----

Dear Miss Brown:

What a delightful time we all had at Mrs. Pratt's last night! I shall
call to talk it over with you to-night.

Sincerely,

JAMES HOSLEY.

April 15,----

Dear Miss Brown:

What a pretty name Margaret is! I had no idea all your friends called
you that.

O lingering rose of May!
Dear as when first I met her;
Worn is my heart alway,
Life-cherished Margaretta.

And when we parted last night, believe me,

As morn was faintly breaking,
For many a weary mile,
Oh, how my heart was