My Dearest Kate: This sheet of paper, though I should cover
it with loving words, could never tell you truly how I long
to see you again. Time does not run on with me now at the
same pace as with other people; the hours seem days, the days
weeks, while I am absent from you, and I have no faith in the
accuracy of clocks and almanacs. Ah! if there were truth in
clairvoyance, wouldn't I be with you at this moment! I wonder
if you are as impatient to see me as I am to fly to you?
Sometimes it seems as if I must leave business and every
thing else to the Fates, and take the first train to Dawson.
However, the hours do move, though they don't appear to, and
in a few more weeks we shall meet again. Let me hear from you
as frequently as possible in the meantime. Tell me of your
health, your amusements and your affections.
Remember that every word you write will be a comfort to me.
Unchangeably yours,
WILLIAM MILLER.
To Miss Kate Martin,
Dawson, N.D.
_15.--A Declaration of Love at First Sight._