The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-05-23
AN ADVENTUROUS YOUTH.
His Letters Showed That He Was Hav
ing . Great Time.

His Letters Showed That He Was Hav-
ing q Great Time.
Kid Jelson, second son in family OF
five, made up bis mind he would leave the
parental roof and go in search OF fort
une. So he threw up his clerkship and
left for town in the northern part OF the
state.
I'm going to hustle, am" he said to
select circle of the boys just before he took
the train; land Pm going to make the
jays of Jaytown hump themselves. III bet
their eyes will bulge out when get in tho
swim"
So he went away, and incidentally he
left behind him few little debts, OF which
he spoke thus to his indulgent father:
"rd pay them now, but may need the
money. Ii you quiet any one who asks
about me Pli send yen some money before
I've been there month"
The rest of this true story is best told by
the publication of extracts from actual
correspondence furnished by the indulgent
father, who thinks they are worth print
ing to encourage others:
New YORK. Nov. L. 1899.
Ny DEAR BoY-I think you had better send
some money to your tailor. He spoke to me
the other day. and told him l guessed you'd
fix things up all riSSt as soon as you got on
your feet. Your lodge dues are ripe also, and
/ would suggest that you communicate with
the secretary. We are all well. Write me
how you are getting Oh. Your afectionate IA
Their, JAMES JELSoN.
JAYTowN. Dec. 20. 1889.
DEAR Gov.-Everything is lovely and the
goose is so high that she is out of sight took
Dollie to the show the other night. and we had
a box. We created sensation. you bet I'm
going to hit this town hard before get through.
and you'll see me coming in on the top Of the
wave. slipping the foam, before long. You'll be
dead glad to own me. / am not rafting much
coin together Just now, but wait. and you'll
hear the jingle of it clean to New York. Tell
Harry to send ne his dress suit by the next ex-
press / will take good care Of it. ] need to
keep up front. Yours, -.
Then the indulgent father wrote letter
to his dear boy, asking him to make some
definite statement as to his finances, as the
family were anxious to hear and know
how he was getting along. The dear boy
wrote;
DEAR OLD Gov.-Pretty tough this week,
but am living high. Cause why? Cause Of my
great head Down on Chippe street there is
resort FOR invalids where they serve up the
daint:est meals you ever saw. l am solid
with one of the invalids. go in, order a cup
OF coffee. and wind up with the incurable's
meal of toast, eggs and chicken broth. Don't
say word, but it's great. and the poor duck
says ne enjoys seeing me eating. Ny check g
coffee ten cents. and lay low for meal time
to come around again There's one fellow here
who is standing in my way. I've got his girl,
and I'm training her bulldog to bite blazes out
of him when lie comes around again. Give my
love to all the folks.
Then the father, who had been pushed
by the creditors of his dear boy, began to
get uneasy, and he started his next letter
with series of questions like this:
when are you going to send some
money to your tailor? How much are you
making a week? Why don't you answer
my letters as they ought to be answered."
The answer came last week. Here it is:
JAYTowN, April Is.
DEAR PoP-Im out of sight, and I've got
the town on a down hill run. Everything is as
lovely as professional beauty. l have given
everybody a grand rip up the back, and have
bought Dollie diamond as big as goose egg.
l played solid with the ieweler, and he's got
my word for it. Am in it? Well, guess I'm
having great time, and l am going to pay you
a visit in a special car pretty soon. Inside OF
month I'll have to hire bank expert to keep
my cash account. The town is mine and Ihold
q royal flush. Yours with love, -.
P. S.-Tell Harry to hustle his dress suit !
along and don't mind the tailor. Tell him III
pay him interest
Then the father wrote to a friend who |
lived in the town, and received the informa-
ton that his son was getting six dollars a
week and was living very quietly at four
dollars week boarding house. The letter !
ended, Sundays, when it's pleasant, |
think he goes out for walk by the lake" |
New York Evening Sun.