Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1890-12-25

= the paper from my
employ, I will endeavor to explain
away the clouds of doubt that seem to
hover around my transactions with the
aforesaid paper. 1 am aware that it
may seem cruel and unkind of me to
leave this paper in the fowery spring
time of its youth. to struggle on with
no master hand to guide it on to fame
and sheriff's sale, but I am not as
strong as used to be, nor as robust, and
when some kind friend, who is more
muscular than am, takes exceptions
to nv style of personals and editorials,
and emphasizes his arguments by
standing me on the bald spot of my
head until he makes pi of my false
teeth and spectacles, and my face
looks like an abnormal development of
Hubbard squash, seem to lose my old
time vigor and enthusiasm, and pine
for the good old times when was IN
known to fame and my creditors. I
am naturally of a sensitive makeup,
and such things CRATE harshly on my
bilious temperament. There are other
reasons why 1 have left the editorial
chair, and allowed the Sky Scraper to
unconsciously meander on into obscur-
ity. where it can darn its socks
and pay its debts-reasons that a
cold, calloused world might say re-
Elected on my general good standing as
a Presbyterian. The most obvious
reason, however, was the peculiar style
of communication that daily received
from the outside world. 1 herewith
append letter which is one of many
which caused me to shuttle off the
journalistic coil:
KoRS FLATS POsToFFICE, May 10, 81.
deer editer-It is with conhictin mo-
shuns OF sorrer and resignashun that i ad-
dres this epistol to you, in order TO let the
wurld at large kno the feelins that now are
harrowin my buzZum. he has gone. he has
departed. my consort has unfolded him
self like the arabs do their camp meetin
tents, and has fed TO parts unknown, and
left his relict to fife the visiScrtudes of
kold wurld single handed. The scaldin teers
fall Ike the nifty niagry, but they do not
drown the thots of him who is now gone from
my side. He is not ded; OH no. tho he had
better be afore lay eyes on him aCin. He has
skipped with another woman: rod-headed
hussy, who lived mex door, with a wart on
her nose. No longer can | find konsoIa-
shuns and koInfort, in tahin in washins, and
the wun great sOrrer of my life is eacth up
my soul; Is knawin at my vitals; and only
wey a hundred and ninety. | am but the
sbadder of my former self. But / was not
always so. / was once gay and frivolus: the
only dautter of rich parents who run a
cheese factory on shares
Luxuries wer mine. but gave them a
up t. becom the wife and kumpanyun of
Ebinezer Snickles; an this is my reward,
this is my compensation for my CRATE sac
krifse; left alone to pine an fade away like
the last rose of summer, or the modest lily.
Wurds fale to expires my feelins; my hart is
broke, an my liar hangs tuneless on the
dorenob. Why he shud flea frum me | kant
tell, rs / alters was kind to him, an alters
allowed him to kule off his warm back on
my kold feet. The fire burns cherries on
the berth, an no longer do see the deer
figger of my Ebinczer peelin the pertaters
or my bunyuns. My sole cries out in ang-
wish against its bot, an my very hands
gro nervus TO feel of my consort's
locks. as they were wont to do. No more
shall find peace and komfort in rub bin his
he'd with the fiat-iron, or layin him under
the bed with the rollin-p pin. My hart grows
heavy under its birdin of greet. No more
shall l see my beloved 'Neezer sneakin out
behind the woodshed to smoke, or ringin the
clothes while talk with Widder Peabody.
o, why shud he leve me: Why did he not
stay and be happy as We used to be? Deer
editer. l addres these lines to you, hopin
that they may be the means Of bCingin him
back to my lovin embrase Eberezer was a
tall man, a trifie stupe sholdered. and rather
leanish. You wud kno him by skar jest
over his rite eye, that l gave him wun day
as n token of my esteam: his beerd what is
left Of it, is kinder gray. and his frunt teeth
are all gone. When last sene he wore a red
flannel shurt an a vest with out eny buttins
on it. The left leg of his panIalunes he
wares in his butte, the rite leg hangs
down about his shew q meme the rite leg of
his pantalunes); he usuly walks a little
lame, sometimes in wun leg and some
times in tother, accordin to circumstances
l think it was the rite leg last time. hopin
you may see him, and tell him how 1 am
pinin to see him and love him as OF yoar,
remain, yures in greet.
CYNDERILLY SNICKLES.
p. ST will kali to- morrow to see II you
have herd frum him.