It had seemed too cold.

"I love you, I love you. I shall die without you! Come home to me and
save me! I love you, I love you!"

So she had written for a page, and was satisfied.

If she might telegraph it! No! only advertisers and divorced people
did that. She must wait.

He would not reply. He would come.

The newspaper announces the arrival of the congressman-elect at the
White House. He had left almost immediately for the West.

Then he will not get the letter!

He may arrive in Chicago this night, but how and where? A gale is
rising. The wife is terrified with waiting and with love. If she had
some little clue of his route homeward. She is a woman, and does not
know how to proceed. She goes to her father.

"Oh, fudge, puss! You mustn't let him go again. Ha! ha! you're just
like your mother. She pretty near had a fit when I went away the first
time. He went a little soon for his health, but our leading men tell
us he was needed in Washington. They wanted to see him and get some
pledges from him. He'll be home by some lake boat in the morning.
They get in about daylight, but it's like a needle in a haystack. Why,
the last time I came from Mackinaw they landed me on a pile of soft