Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-11-22

Then every little while L got letter
in 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 or
tender heart that is throobing for me, OF
warm affection that has been inspired
by the beautiful but rather ideallzed
portraits made of me by the able but
unscrupulous artist. Oh, is it not
comfort to know one is beloved even by
4 stranger whose mind has slipped
cog? Is it not encouraging when life is
overcast and ones manager or ones
breakfast disagreeS with one, to know
that far away in some quaint retreat
there is 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 | take
out names and date and give it below:
October 8, 1891.
Edgar ". 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, and on my study Ia
bic Tor rather on the hull
of a 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, 60 keep down his insur-
ance, and then deducts each week from
my salary of six dollars $3.50 for use OF
same.
Gas I stated above, on this hull OF a
machine, in company with 'Bunyan's
Pilgrims Progress, Chow to Get Rich
on Two Dollars Per Week." and an in
tensely humorous book called "Salad
for the Solitary" lies q recent number
of the paper containing your love letter
to Mr.. Hamilton Aide, which, when
read, makes my blood Jingle with
patriotism till fancy can almost see
the national colors floating from the
bare, unused flagstaffs of this city.
Last week, by the way, man near
here did buy flag for his hotel-a U. 5.
flag, | may add-and sent his head
Porter to fling it to the breeze from the
housetop, which he innocently did,
Union dOlUn, thereby causing great con-
sternation among many, and as / read
and reread it, this grand old country
seems actually worth living In.
\ X \
"And when Saturday night comes and
sit in my bare little room with only a
big, round half dollar left for the COM
ing week after paying my board and
Northumberland big, round lump is
i'm my throat read your letter and it
helps me to forget that l 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 seen the play cal
ALBANIA" and read Mrs. Burton Harrison's
"Fleur de Hundred" said she could
never be mine till had made home
for her in the Gland OF flowers" and
who three weeks after my departure,
transferred her affections to q baking
powder drummer.
"And when / have read your weekly
letter the world seems brighter, my
mothers little letters seem hopeful and
helpful as she meant them to be, the
flea / sleep with seems gentler, the peo-
pie on the street seem to grow genial
and cordial, the resources OF this great
land seem easier Of attainment, and |
go to sleep happier and hopeful for the
future because l have my mother and
uou Truly yours,
''SIR EDWIN ARNOLD, JR.,
''Saponica Center, La. :"
The foregoing letter would show that
Sir Edwin, although he has been basely
deserted for baking powder man who
parts his hair on the back Of his neck
and Grapes it over the top OF his head,
has a 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 a panied look
on nv face and soul that had TO have
a paper weight on it every time breeze
sprang up.
A1e leMs