The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1886-09-18
A TRUE LOVER OF 1916.

sweetheart then am / sure that neither you
nor can he in the fashion. For surely, II
love be out Of fashion, kissing must likewise
be; and that was a kiss you gave me
when YOU took leave OF me and sad leave II
was, sweetheart both my mouth and thine
will testify. Your lips trembled, sweet, and
the tears stood in your eyes, and yet | loved
that gentle quivering better far than ever
the brightest smile you ever gave me, when
first saw you sweetheart, ah, so long ago!
Do you remember the first timer You
have bl,ished at it many times privately, I'll
warrant, for there was neither She nor stock
ing on your foot. You were daintily fording
aswollen brook when my horse neighed, and
heigh, presto your gown was dropped, and
at sight OF me the blood came surging up in
TO your cheek.
Sweetheart, that was long ngo
Many blush you hnve blushcd, and many
a tear you have shed for the which beg
your pardon on my Blended knees, for my
sake, since then!
Now YOU have become the very soul Of my
soul. tell you this, not because you do not
know it well, but because II pleases mo might
ily 10 write it. Soul of my soul, I'll write 1t
ten thou and times, with ten thousand new
meanings each time. Janet, can you imagine,
sweetheart, what pain twas 10 leave you,
and what greater, sweeter pain TO s'e You
grieve at leaving me- | would not lose that
greater pain for all the joys of heaven!
Sweet I'm not blasphcmous | could not
think OF you and basphemc; moreover, my
dear and honorcd chief would not allow n
blasphcmous man to fight in his great cause
Janet, do you know the one rival YOU hayet
Now be- Jealous love jealous woman.
Though jealousy Is impossible 'twixt you
and me Love such as ours closes the door
on jealousy. You have OWNED your rival,
sweet, without one word from me
Ialvavs loved James Graham. Janet, and
now that he has striven with all his might 10
raisa an army 10 avenge the death Of the most
ble.~. martyr Charles, | love him SO intcneel:
that my pulses bat and my breath quickcns
a: mor. sound of ms name,
Therefor, / have uuShaathed my good
sword, which is keen even rs am, to do bat
tie il the cause. Therefore have hidden you
cool by. my Janet AMI am sitting on an old
drum j. car camp near nUmbath, p~nnmg
tbcsn few lines, which may be an everlasting
farewell
Janet il i, not a light thing 10 be a soldiers
love, hard 1t !, for you, sweet, and heavy 70
bear. that know full well, but you are the
brayost woman in the whole world and did
not finch though the tears stood in your
eyes when son kissed me
F.riyc me- sweetheart, for referring to
that kiss porchance the last you may ever
give me. Do you remember the horoscope
cast for me- Sweet, if am 10 die the bloody
death f1r.told for me. pray that it may bc
o. - I , L..
marques, concerning this, but lie has n ligher
purgr fair than mine, He said that the man
ncr Of dying mattered but little, provided
that we fell IN "A true caus"
IL seems that he never doubts. | have
doubted everything save only Janet.
MOntr0,e is a true lover. He and spend
many night speaking about the ladies we
love best IcrchanCe hi, lady resembles you,
for YOU have much in common, tuasmuch MS
You seem each to be the lovclicst, truest, dear
est Of your sex. | do not tell my chief SO,
but | know my mistress is the more lovaile
of the two. Sweet, how many eyes have you'
For, when lay awake at nights under hcav-
ems canopy, each star looks at me with your
eyes lpy and talk to them, and tell them
how ! love you, and that know you never
will be mine Sweetheart, the thought kills
me / am only as other men, and long for
you night and day. | try TO pray that in
days to come, when | lie under the sods, you
will love some other man, and the very
thought chokcs me. Janet, you win never
love another man! Dear it Is wtlowhooI
without ever bridal | am condcmning
you to,
You will ask why these black thoughts and
terrors Alas they are only too well founded.
/ am no coward, Janet, and do not dread to
die, sword in hand, fighting to avcnge tho
blood Of my murdered king. But, Janet,
Col. Straughan is upon us with 1000 men.
If could but die at the side OF Montrose!
viii you ever forget me, Janetf
Alas, that ever met you But no. that il
hercsy toward my sweet. love you with the
whole Of my heart, dear, so farewell trust
his letter to Duncan who knows every pass
and will bring these lines to you though the
enemy guard every stone on the road.
, If were but Duncan, to see your face
again NJ dearest heart, | send you some
thing in the corner of this letter. Would
that you could but give it back to me. Yours
until death, JONI SPorT1swOoDE.
F. SIT seems ! am not in the fashion,
sweet, for find love you moro than ever,
A fix for the fashion, say |! My fashion OF
loving You is tho best and truest part of me-
Shall lose that Nevorl Even rs | write |
hear the call to arms. | fear you will learn
the issue of this fight before you receive this
Tho little sprig OF rosemary you plucked for
me in happier times lies close to my heart; it
speaks 10 me Of you; but there was no need OF
rosemary for remembrance. IL / could but
forget you, dear heart, and you would but
forget me, should go to battle with lighter
spirit, but my love weighs mo down. tho
sweetest burden that u man ever carried
Again, farewell, sweetheart
Alas for my foreboding spirit, Janet, have
YOU heard OF the disaster that has befallcn
usi Sweet, trust that the news of our de-
feat has been broken to you gently ! could
not rest nl night after my capture for think
ing Of you, and how you would be able to
bear the evils that have come upon us. In
fancy have seen your check pale and your
lips culver, have seen the glitter OF your eye
and the rush of tears that will have dimmed
its brightness. am costing You tears again,
Janeti l. whose only joy twas to see you
sm;lc. Ind now, sweetheart, expect no quar-
ter from our enemies. They arc pitiless, nor
do care TO accept pity from any man. Your
pity, Janet, half sister TO your love, yearn
for.