Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1889-10-27
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JUdy 10 CornoyliHs:
Dear Cornaylius.-It's moighty Welcome
yer letther was indade. IF oil was as glad TO
see Everything, me face ID be wan broad
ehmOlle from the crown OF me hld 10 the
sowl of me feet. 1t was plain letther. SO
il was, an TO make id longer. an more OF
III. do We know PLAT OF did Oh had Jimmy
McGown rade il 10 me, so OF did. an ye
know he stuthers. so that it apparel TO be
twict rs mOOch, so it did: an to hear I'm
twiddlin' wild the darlin' wurruds, an
wurkin up 10 'em gintly. as eft to give me
heart tonne to tashte 'em. il was mOighty
assuagin', so it was. Oh was hOpln'. 'dade
an oil was. that ye'd sind "a kiss till me, so
that Jimmy cud illysthrate, 50 TO sphake,
an whin Jimmy put one IN be way OF -
sample. OF sed 10 mesilf, moind we, that 1t
wasn't livery letther that has the flavor as
foinely preserved afther comm thro' the
salt wather.
An spaikln' Of Tim, did We know he was
a haress! His gran'feyther doled thother
day an lift him pidagree, so they tell me.
Jimmy seq he was usln' TO be sam Id whln
he was in th'Ould country. an id was dhat
biz dhat ef We troied TO lux Mt it all to
vance it'd lave Yer Dyes open dhat wolde
they'd shwally yer face. so they wud. o.
tout 'em, so OF did, that ol fought ms
gran'fetherd boin' dom i'm hape heather
StINlNF IL llt "a 4liL I'LL u lA'N lAVAN
oy a pidigree. an thin he cud spake wldOut
tiddlin' on the front idges of the wurruds
long enulf TO give 'em the agy. It's quare,
tho, in the matther of Timny's intermlty,
that ne stuthers whin he kisses. so he
does. His mOut thrimbles ON the verge Of
the OPERATION till We get that fooled wld
the tickle of id that yer loike to he onclyll
enough to laugh III the gintleman's face, SO
We are.
But OF mustn't tell We the n'yews. Cornay
lius. Olive had the mOOmps, so OF hev. an
eff ye'd sane the Jaws of me, the way they
shtoock out. yed said Old shwallyed q
balyune an id was shtickin' in me mout
VT. an as for attn, eff ord open me mout'
woide enough to let in a paraty, OF cud
fale me Jaws crack clane down till me
ilbows. Did We hear ABBOTT yer ould frind
Larry O'Dowd? They were pullin' pow
rus plashter off i'm thuther day, an they
pulled such big howl in his back that Il
soyclone got in there an blew his loongs
out, an now whin he brathes he has to
rayche outside of 'imsilf for air. so he does.
An shpakin' of soyclones, did ye hear Of
Kate Shaugnissy's forchune? She was
havin her lathe igshtracted, an jist as the
dintist was pullin' the lasht wan she tlt her
fortvchude lawn her, % 1t were. an DO ye
know whin the toOt KEN up at lasht there
was kemmyhoO bristpin hangin' to the
ruts that she shwalleyed in a laughln' ut
'liven years beyant.
But before oi'm endin' dhis letther, Cor
naylius, OF mustn't bring id to close wid
few wurrds out of the basement o. me
heart. OF love We, ma by, wild q love that
kapes me awake in me dhrames. an mekS
me dhat lonesome now an dhin that Oh do
be wishin' OF were borun twins. Some
times OF :rayche out me arrums an say :
- Cornaylius, are yo dhere! an whin Oh
hear We answer mo, Ohm not" OF can fale
me buzzum pappytatin' that fasht that me
heart shtands sthill to listen. Come to me.
Cornaylius, an eff ye can't come yterself
sind yer brother. for ye know We always
said me Imagination was the soize OF me
fut, an wild dhat OF cud mind all dlshcripan,
wrote dim
Yooer's till they foind the Mort Powl,
Judy MuLcAHEY.