The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1884-05-08
TUX The KIENhLD.
BETTY POPLIN'S LETTER.

DEAR PETER: l lear you Will
stigmatize me as most delinquent
about replying to your kind mis-
sive. l have been waiting to see
what could be done for you-hence
my delay. My parents think me
rather too young to begin the voy-
age of life with you just yet; and
then 1 can't do up my back hair
yet. And l am also suffering with
the gout in my right hand and big
toe. 1t is useless for me to at
tempt to enumerate my other va
rious Affections, such as dearth of
good frocks, and wearable shoes.
1 think the proverb that is general
ly applied to Jobs turkey is very
applicable to me just now. Indeed
you can't come to see me; you know
pride goes before a fall, and if you
will just cast about in your mind
you will remember how we lived in
'.high rye when we first came here,
but alas, now I am called upon to
mind things Of low estate. | dwell
in a little black shanty which looks
as if it were ashamed of itself and
tried to shirk behind everybody
else's house-in the extreme end Of
nowhere.
You requested me to tell you
something about myself, my looks,
my beaux, and also about my big
sis. 1t is very impolite to tell you
about myself first, so I will tell you
about her; and then I want to save
the best for the last myself. My
sis is tall and slim, rather angular,
and rather a hard case; else rather
hard up for fashionable toggery
and boys; she has one fellow that
hangs around but / am inclined to
think it will end in gass, you just
ought to see her when he comes
around on Sunday evening to see
her and then goes off without ask
ing her to 60 to church-she comes
in with a sickly grin on her visage
and vows she does not think the
boys down here are worth shaking
out; but remarks that she did not
want to go anyway and in her Sc
cret soul she is diving to 90 and |
know it but never let on. Now l
am going to confde q secret to you
she has another string to her bow
who lives off from these parts and |
think it will end in wedding cake.
can say this much for her she
has just the prettiest yellow hair in
the world. Now to myself prom
ised in my infancy to be enchant-
ingly beautiful-but alas it was as
false as the mist of morn that van
ishes at the first kiss Of the sun.
Positively, Peter, l am bone Of
contention to the whole family;
first my little sister informed me
that my nose had heavenly aspira-
tions, and my mouth looked like
cellar, and my bangs are the plague
Of my mothers life; first l never
part them straight, and then l have
too many and comb on top Of my
head, ma says my head resembles
nothing so much as hatchet, you
know the Poplin's are long head
ed race. Well l must tell you al
though I blush to confess it be.
lieve me Peter, / have a beau in
companionship with another girl, l
sac him very often at distance
and l think he agrees with a Camp
bell when he says: distance lends
enchantment to the view for he
does not come to see me but about
every two weeks; and sometimes,
or at least once or twice, he has
ventured to face the wrath Of the
other girl and take me 10 church
or a free show Of some kind; the
open air Wizard Oil concert for
instance.
Well, Peter, | have not made any
positive engagements for the fu-
ture so you can live in hope. Bye,
bye, trust you will not think me
egotistic. More anon.
BETTE POPLINS.