If you only knew how hard I find it to refrain
from telling you all, where I am and what adventures I have
met with, how I came near being robbed twice, and many other
things, you would appreciate my self-denial. But you shall know
all very soon. I have had a good time--the best time in my life.
Let mother read this letter, and believe me, dear Lin,
"Your affectionate friend,
"LUKE LARKIN."
Linton's curiosity was naturally excited by the references in
Luke's letter.
"Where can Luke be?" he asked. "I wish he were at liberty
to tell."
Linton never dreamed, however, that his friend was two
thousand miles away, in the wild West. It would have seemed
to him utterly improbable.
He was folding up the letter as he was walking homeward,
when he met Randolph Duncan.
"What's that, Linton?" he asked. "A love-letter?"
"Not much; I haven't got so far along. It is a letter from
Luke Larkin."
"Oh!" sneered Randolph. "I congratulate you on your
correspondent. Is he in New York?"
"The letter is postmarked in New York, but he is traveling.
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