Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1891-11-23

then he asks me to join him in social
capsule, but SO far have not allowed the
habitste fasten itself upon me. The cap
sule is of the shape and consistency of a
hens egg that has not as yet had the shell
put on it. Possibly the reader has seen
the Plymouth Rock roe in that condition.
The patient throws back his head, losses
this cold, dank mass against his palate,
and with sinuous movement of the
neck, as an ostrich would swallow
door knob or drowned colt, he takes
Ills cod liver oil capsule
Cod liver oil is not the most appetizing
thing l can think of anyway, but in this
new form it seems to me too much like
swallowing some of the campaign Stats
tics which l have heard secretly.
L presume that every one who writes
pieces for publication receives more or
less in the way of correspondence pro or
con, and a good deal of it is evidently the
work of indolent or morbid minds, but
now and then a letter that is not only
gratifying, but full of ideas, relieves the
monotony.
My own correspondence in that direc-
ton is most kaleidoscope one, ranging
all the way from the wobbly vaporings
of rancid mind up to the magnificent
suggestions offered me without money
and without price by those who have
been most wonderfully unsuccessful ex-
cept as suggesters.
There are four mirth provoking mani
acs who have been writing to me for
years regularly. One of them sends me
paua after racra Of Scrip+,,roI rafara,,ooc
as, for instance, Il Timothy, to 10
verses" ~ Chap. Revelations, and 0
verses" wi Genesis, 90 and 81 verses"
etc. Once l looked up these passages
of Scripture to see if there could be
any conference or point to their use in
my case, but found that they We're evil
IDENTIFY furnished by a man in California
whose mind had been neglected at
season when he should have put the Bor-
deaux mixture on it.
Then every little while l got a letter
in a female hand, breathing words of
love. They have been coming for over
five years now, and though, as heaven is
my judge, | have never replied to one of
them, they follow me over the Union
wherever | go lecturing and tell of a
tender heart that is throbbing for me, of
warm affection that has been inspired
by the beautiful but rather idealized
portraits made of me by the able but
INSCRIPTIONS artist. Oh, is it not COM
fort to know one is beloved even by
stranger whose mind has slipped cog?
Is 1t not encouraging when life is over
cast and ones manager or ones breakfast
dlsagrees with one, to know that far
away in some quaint retreat there is a
heart that beats for one?
The following letter is given here be-
cause it is out of the usual run and has
some quaint lines in it which the public
ought not TO be deprived Of So l take
out names and dates and give it below:
Ocr. 9, 1891.
Edgar w. Nye:
My DEAR SIR don't want you to write to
me-not even in revenge-for hear from you
each week through the press, and on my study
table Tor rather on the hull of dismantled
sewing machine) in a little room over the stair
which my employer kindly allows me to share
with his deed box and an old pistol left him by
his father, and last loaded in 1868, to keep down
his insurance, and then deducts each week
from my salary of six dollars Sl.50 for use OF
same.
As stated above, on this hull of a machine
in company with ''Bunyan's Pilgrims Prog
ress." How to Get Rich on Two Dollars Per
Week" and an intensely humorous book called
Salad for the Solitary" lies a recent number
of the paper containing your love letter to Mr.
Hamilton Aide which, when ! read. makes my
blood tingle with patriotism till fancy can
almost the national coors floating from
the bare, unused fagstaffs of this city. Q4ast
week. by the way, man near here did buy
flag for his hotol-a L. S flag. | may add-and
sent his head Porter to fling it to the bre9.e
from the housetop, which he innocently did
Union dOlcn, thereby causing great consterna-
ton among many. And as / read and reread
it, this grand old country seems actually worth
living in.
And when Saturday night comes and sit in
my bare little room with only big. round half
dollar left for the coming week after paying
my board and washwoman-and a big, round
lump is in my tbroat-I read your letter and It
helps me 10 forget that ! left my home in
Brockton. Mass, and fifteen dollars a week at
making shoes. TO come here and sell shoes To
other men because my sweetheart, who had
;cn the play Alabama" and read Mrs. Bur
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