Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-03-16
our ever faithful and ever affectionate

your ever faithful and ever affectionate
friend -
Not so bad, that. Two months later
he writes: edo we still misunderstood
the meaning of each others letters? 1
think it must appear so, though l would
fain believe the contrary, as 1 cannot
speak palmer, but 1 IL say no more and
leave you to guess the rest Mark the
closing sentence: Zone thing more and
then l have done. You ask if l am not
tired at the length of your letter No
madam, l am not, nor never can be
when the lines are an inch asunder to
bring you in haste to the end of the
paperi You may be tired of mine by
this -
An inch asunder! Why, this m an was
fairly dying for good long love lett er.
Alas! he never got it neither then nor
thereafter. The widow was a wee bit
afraid of her young lover. She did not
know him as wen as we do now. She
hadn't heard her story of the little
Ratchet. Hence the caution-that blue
mould on the white leaves of love.
Now whether a woman gets love let
tiers from her husband or not depends
more upon her than it does upon him.
Upon many different occasions in his life
George Washington gave evidence of q
depth OF feeling; an emotional nature
strangely in contrast with the statuesque
dignity aud marble-like composure COM
monty attributed to him. When his
p-daughter was nearing her end he
threw himself upon his knees beside her
and broke out into the widest grief,
half entreaty, half expostulation, con-
juring high heaven to be merciful and
let her live. There was plenty of ten
derness in that big heart, and this STEP
daughter is entitled to the world 8
thanks for proving it.
In bidding his wife farewell at the
outbreak of the war, Washington ad-
dressed her as 'affectiouate, sc. - He
calls his wife "And-so- forth, - while he
bestows such pet names as FTrue Love-
and "Sweet Lips'' upon two of his hunt
ing dogs. Why? Simply because she
was an "And-so-forth. - That de-
scrlbes her exactly. George Washington
was man who pretty generally called
things by their right names. From the
hour in which she wrote that love letter
(heaven save the mark with its lines
an inch asunder'' down to the moment
OF h!= death, this little lady was as the
wife of the greatest hero of modern
times mere "and so forth ''-prim, de-
corOuSJ Qlgnlned, Dut as cClorleSS as q
mathematical proposition. When she
would visit him at the North during the
war, his first question usually was,
"Well, how are my horses getting on?''
When the great arched breast of the
hero had given its last throb an oppres-
sive silence fell upon the group about his
bed. Lear, the private secretary, was
at the head, the wife at the foot of the
bed. She WIS the first to break the
death-like silence of the chamber.
''Is he gone?'' she asked.
Lear made sign with his hand that it
was 80.
&C IT'S wen,'' she replied calmly
AN is over now. 1 shall soon follow
him. I have no more trials to pass
through. -
A moment after touch of the hand
aroused Lear from bis communion with
the dead chieftain. It was Mrs. Wash
fngton. She handed to Lear the keys
and other things which she had taken
from her husband 3 pockets, aud babe
him take care of them. And thus
Martha parted from George, careful
about little things to the last; and thus
it was that one of the bravest, kindest,
noblest, purest of human hearts throbbed
its last without ever having felt the
sweet pain of loving a woman with a