The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-11-22

the beautiful but rather idealIzed portraits
made OF me BY the able but INSCRIPTIONS
artist. On IS II not comfort to know
one is beloved even by stranger whose
mind has slipped cog? Is it not encour-
aging when lite Is overcast and ones man
ager or ones breakfast disagrees with one,
TO know that far away in some quaint re-
treat there is a heart that beats for one?
The following letter is given here because
1t is out of the usual run and has some
quaint lines in it which the public ought
not to be deprived of. So | take out names
and dates and give it below:
OCTOBER 9, 1891.
Edgar W. Nye-My Dear Sir: / don't want
you to write to me-not even in revenge-for l
hear from you each week through the press,
ana on my study table Tor rather on the hull OF
dismantled sewing machine) in u 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,
10 keep down his insurance, and then deducts
each week from my salary of IS 81 so for use OF
same.
AS stated above. on this hull of a machine,
IN company with ''Bunyan Pilgrims Progress
How To Get Rich on Two Dollars Per Week."
and an intensely humorous book called salad
Tor the Solitary" lies a recent number of the
paper containing your love letter to Mr. Hamil-
ton Aide, which, when l read, makes my blood
unsle with patriotism till fancy l can almost
see the national colors floating from the bare,
unused iagstaffs of this city. (Last week, by
the way. man near here did buy flag for his
hotel--a United States flag, I may add-and
sent his head Porter to ding it to the breeze
from the housetop, which he innocently did,
Union down, thereby causing great consterna-
ton among many. And as l 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 Tor the coming week after paying
my board and ELECTROMAGNETIC big, round
lump is in my throat read your letter, and it
helps me to forget that / left my home in
Broekton, Mass, and SIS asweek at making
shoes, TO come here to sell shoes to other men
because my sweetheart, who had seen the play
"Fleur de Hundred said she could never be
mine till | had made home for her in the
"land of flowers" and who, three weeks after
my departure, transferred her affections to q
baking power drummer.
And when have read your weekly letter tho
world seems brighter, my mothers little letters
seem hopeful and helpful, as she meant them to
De, the flea l sleep with seems gentler, the peo-
pie on the streets seem TO grow genial and cor
dial the resources OF this great land seem easier
of attainment, and | so to sleep happier and
hopeful for the future because / have my
mother and you. Truly yours.
SIR EDWIN ARNOLD, JR.,
Saponica Center, La.
The foregoing letter would show that Sir
Edwin, although he has been basely de-
serted for a baking powder man who parts
his hair on the back of his neck and Grapes
it over the top of his head, has bright
and sunny nature, which is worth
more than all that earth can give |
would rather have sunny disposition
with everything that heart could wish
than to be wealthy with panied look on
my face and soul that had to have a
paper weight on it every time breeze
sprang up.