Wichita eagle., 1886-11-05
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Ia1l10 Isenle
A TRUE LOVER OF 1916.

Hof CAL DC III t!le FASHION. Tor surely,
love be out CT fashion, kissing must Etewis
be; and that was kiss you gave n
when You took leave Of me (lnd sad leave
was, swecthcaItD both my mouth and thin
viii testify. Your lips trembled, sweet, AIT
the tears stood il your eyes, and yet [ love-
that gentle quiverinG better far than evel
the brightest smile you ever gave me, whel
iirsS saw you sweetheart, ah, so long ago!
Do you remember the first time? Yol
have blushcd at it many times privately, II
warrant, for there was neither she nor stock
ing Oh your foot. You were daintily fordine
swollen brook when my horse neighed, al,t
heigh, presto your gown was dropped, ant
at sight of me the blood came surging up in
to your check.
Sweetheart, that was long ago.
Many q blush you have bl,,shed, and many
tear you have shed for the which I be-
your pardon on my Bonded knees, for ny
sake, since thenl
Now you have become the very soul Of my
soul. l tell you this, not because you do moi
know it Wei, but because it pleases 1ae might
lily to write it. Soul Of my soul, I'll write il
ten thousand times, with ten thousand new
meanings each tire. Janet, can you i.nagine
sweetheart, what pain twas to leave YOU
and what greater, sweeter pain to see you
grioEx2 ut leaving me? / would not lose that
greater pain for all the joys of heaveni
Sweet, I'm not blasphe,nous. l could not
think cf you and blaspheme; moreover, my
dear and honored chief would not allow q
blasphcmous man TO fight in his great cause.
Janet, DO you know the one rival you haves
Now be jealous. l love jealous woman
Though Jealousy is impossible 'twixt you
and Ele. Love such as ours closes the door
on jealousy. You have OWNED your rival,
sweet, without one word from me.
l always loved James Graham. Janet. and
now that he has striven with all his might to
raise an army to avengc the death of the most
blessed martyr Charles, love him SO intensely
that my pulses beat and ny breath quiclyens
at mere sound Of his name.
Therefore l have unsheathed my good
sword, which is keen even as am, to do bat
tie in tho CAUSE Therefore have hidden you
good-by, nay Janet, and am sitting on an old
drum IL our camp lear Dumbath, penning
these few lines, which may lie an everlasting
farewell
Janet, il IS rot light thing 10 be 4 soldiers
love; hard it Is for you, sweet, and heavy to
bear, that | know full well, but you are the
bravest woman III the whole world, and did
not finch though tie tears stood in your
eyes when you kissed lne.
Forgive me, sweetheart, for referring to
that disappearance the last you may ever
give Inc. Do you remember the horoscope
cast for me: Sweet, if am to die tic bloody
death foretoid for me, pray that it may be
on tie field CT battle | spoke to the noble
marques concerning this, but lie has higher,
purcr faith than mine. 10 said that the man
ner Of dying matterel L;:5 little, provided
that we icLl IL 4 true cause.
Il seems that 10 never doubts. | have
doubted everything save only Janet
MortrOsa is 4 true lover. lie and spend
many night speaking about the ladies we
love best PeIchance his lady resembles YOU,
for you have much in common, inasrluch as
you seem each to lie the loveliest, tluest, dear
nst of your Sex. l do not tell my chief SO,
but | know my mistress is the more lovahle |
IF the two. Sweet, how many eyes have you! |
For, when lay awake at nights Under heay- |
EMS canopy, each star looks at me with your |
Eyes. lay aud talk to them, and tell them |
how lovc ycu, and that know you never |
will be mine. Sweetheart, the thought kills |
me. l am only as other men, and long for
you night and day. l try to pray that in
lays to come, when | lilo under the sods, you
viii love some other man, and tho very
thought chcaes me. Janet, You VIII never |
owe another man! Dear, it is widovhocd |
without ever q bridal / am condenninG |
ron to.
Yoa will asi, why these black thoughts and |
errors. Alas. they are only too well founded.
am 10 coward, Janet, and do not dread to |
In " |sr,+ 10 h.
olool CT my murdered king. But, Janet,
Col. Str2ughan is upon US with 1900 men.
If could but die ct the side of Iontrosel !
/" ." viii you ever forget me, Janet?
Alas that l ever met you. But no, that is |
leresy toward my sweet. l love you with tho !
whole Of my heart, DEAR so farewell. thrust |
lis letter to Duncan, who knows every pass
md viii bring these lines to sou though the |!
,nemy guard every stone on the road.
II ] were but Duncan, to SEQ your face !
again, Ny dearest heart, I send YOU so;rc- |
thing il the corner Of this letter. WoG.i |
that You could but give it back to lie. Yours |
until death, JOHN SFGTTI5wO0DE.
. ?. SIT seems am not il the fashion, |
sweet, for find love you more than ever.
fig for the fashion, say I! Ny fashion Of |
loving Won is the best and trucst part of ne. |
Shall lose that! Never. Even as write |
hear The call 10 arms. | fear You will learn |
Lhe issue OF this fight before you receive this. |
The little spriS of rosemary you plucked for |
me in happier times lies close to my heart; it !
speaks to me of you; but there was no need Of |
rosemary for remembrance. If l could but |
forget you, dear heart, and you would but |
forget ne, l should so to battle with lighter |
spirit; but my love weighs me down, tho |
sweetest burden that q man ever carried. !
Again, farewell, sweetheart
Alas. FOR my foreboling spirit, Janet, have |
you heard of the disaster that has bcfallen |
Is! Sweet, l trust that the news OF our de- |
teat has been broken to you gently. l could |
not rest al night after my capture for think |
ng of You, and how you would DO able to |
pear the evils that have come upon Us. In |
ancy have L seen your cheek pale and your
FPS CULVER, have seen the glitter Of YOUR eye /
mi the rush of tears that viii bayc dimmed |
is brightness. | am costing you tears again, |
Janet! l, whose only JOY twas to see you
smile. And now, sweetheart, expect no Guar
ter from our enenlies. They are pitilcss, nor
10 care II accept pity from any man. Your |
pity, janet, half-s;stor to your love, l yearn |
for
Now that l am no longer free, weary for |
q sight OF the hoaDy heather, for Whit OF |
the fresh sea, for n sight Of You, Janet. l |
tried not TO write this last, because it is not |
only wcaryiug, it is too hopeless, too deep n |
yearning. / would die content could l but |
see your face once more, hut that viii never !
be. Dream visions OF You will como to visit |
me; dreams remove bars and blots; dreams
SCOT at prison walls; JanSt glides il TO COM
fort me, whether my jailers viii or no. Ny
dream Janet, pale reflection of beautiful
realityl
Janet, l think hear your crying wnen you
read this. Do not cry, sweet; for were you o