The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1891-07-16

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Word for word / give copy of this re-
mnrkab'e document for the benefit Of
my readers.
With ft.vnri-h haste and mullituinous
heart -'llrnl,s take my pen in hand. Extra
ordinary. .Niraordinary' is thIsrxrericnrr.
which. can truthful!y say. has already be
come the chief interest If my life. Trcmh-
liHgly opened your letter. Just received.
filled ~ il was with generous sentiments
an, cand d ayowa!S. Noble lady must vuu
be. Miss Clara. with Il character aS open aS
daylight. and form a III model for the
Sruip;orS : chiscl. ! am sick. YEA rraZrd al
the contemplation OF the bliss that awaits
me if ever brought face 10 face with your
luvriy self. Can't yon grant me such hope ,
, Tell me The locality OF your home; appoint Il
time for meeting: pray, MAX" known 10 me
toIr last name. tie character of Your voca-
oM: i Your llf" an easy or hard one: Tell
all this and grant me one moment the
nt'I,lal pea"" craze; AnNiou>ly,
GAIT. CUTIE.
=. =. Same address as before.
True to appointment Eddie journeyeI
| down to Hollisyiila next morning and
! deposited ct i~tle No. , to Miss Clara Il.
| i'll the postotfce. But this letter con-
| tanned something else besides the ideas
recorded above. Foreseeing the diff
culties that might arise from an anony-
nous correspondence, and that too with
wonaa Of doubtful standing, this
young brother determined to foreclo> e
| the affair without delay by making
| knawn the identity of Capt. Cutie.
Eecentlv Sophie had had some photo
grsl ii, taken. One of these mad she
| given to Eddie 1t was this picture
that Eddie appropriated for the accom-
| plhment of his design. On the back Of
this picture Eddie wrote in character
isfc rhra eology: This is Capt Cut
tie and he's female, you bet!" There
upon was it enclosed with letter No. J
to Miss Clara Il. and sent sailing on its
mission.
This business has gone on long
| 'nsugh," thought Eddie; If the wo-
mans an innocent its bad, if she's "a
schemer its worse"
A fortnight elapsed, still came 20 let
ter from Chicago. Sophie saw with
gloomy prospect the end of all her fun.
Time, postage, parer and envelopes
aud q lot of anxiety. all for nothing"
declared she to her professedly innocent
brother.
More than a month pass ed Natu-
rally, Capt. Cutie mad almost entirely
forgotten Miss Clara B. Sad to say,
that lady had been waited away On the
waters of oblivion. But is 50 hap
tTened that Miss Cara b. had not for
Igotten herself, neither had that enigmat-
ical individual forgotten Capt. Cutie
1t was balmy spring morning. The
air was odorous with the perfume Of
budding flowers, and the birds with
| rhythmic sweetness warbled their matin
sons. In the hammock on her back
piazza was Sophie lazily lolling. A
! ring at the door bell UNEXPECTEDLY dis
! turbed her serenity. The servant soon
l appeared and presented to her a card
/. on which was Inscribed in legible char
+; acters the name Miss Clara b.
i Before the expiration of sixty seconds
the face Of our hammock lounger had
assumed every color known to the
painters brush. Awful visions of an
Amazonian rugilist Immediately arose
before her eyes. That god height and
good figure SO modestly referred to in
the correspondence was all of sudden
reduced to pigmy-like proportions. For
saletys sake Sophie felt. before ventur-
ing in that parlor, like providing her
self with a pistol or lorsewhip. The
pangs Of disappointment that would
seize that lonely female when the identity
Of Capt. Cutie was made known Nigh,
drive her to desperation.
What sort of woman is she, any
how" asked Sophie of the servant as
soon as she recovered her equilibrium.
why, maam, no woman at all; 6
gentleman. and q mighty fine gentle
man a that.
+! For the first time it dawned upon So
phie that there were people in the world
Just as sharp and audacious as she was
If the thought had entered her mind tc
feign the masculine why should it no.
just as we'll enter somebody else's mini
To feign the feminine?
Prepared for any emergency, Sophie
walked into the parsor.
True enough, an individual of regu
lar features, brunette type and un
doubted education arose from the cor
ner sofa, but as the servant had stated
it was" "a gentleman" and withai "a fin,
gentleman.
"This is Capt. Cutie, l believe, sal,
the visitor, whose manners were as cas-,
as his co,lnteuance was smiling; Il ow,
, Capt. Cutie an apology that is, if
! lady can ever forgive man for unsex
. ing himself"
Il Soprie's face, which was transforme,
4 into one round, solid grimace, assumed
= by turns the three colors of the flag 0
i freedom.
4 Mr. John Biddle, alias Miss Clara =.
now confessed his real name. He wa
I n lawyer by profession, and lived il
81 Chicago. Although in this connection
u no allusion was made to the teeth 0
: hair glance served to convince Sc
q phie that the former were not false an,
= the latter was not banged.
In reply to my advertisement" NJ,
" Biddle went en- tc explain, made ont i
g a spirit of investigation for the purpos
;. of finding out to my own satisfaction
III the poor women, a. the men woult
II have it, were really the only people VIII
Il wanted to marry nowadays, | receive
" u fifty answers, every man of whom | say
v was in dead earnest. lonr letter
d know was not in earnest; it was tn
a only one 1 answered
n "How did you know, pray askc
N Sophie, hastily.
1T had different jingle from IL:
n rest," was the reply.
i And how did you find me out?' wa
SC the next query of the mystified Sophie
q, "Truly. ! am overcome with curiosity.
!" Mr.. Biddle drew from his pocket he
N picture and asked her to read the wore
ing on the back.
'r THAT wretch. Eddie" exclaimed Ii
astonished sister, in tones of disgust; "t
y think of his exposing me. There's Il
a. reliance to be put in these young'
SO bnthers."
K But how did you learn my name
N ws the next eager inquiry.
i went to Hollisvilie. The first ma
ID I showed your picture to enlightene
,e me-"
It well, if ever being was complete
I'd foiIed Captain Cutie is" said Sophi