The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-21

! TedQ IN Luo dSVCbtu kuo DEleA dhPCoA JCA
make 10 the cold, heartless world. Let me
inform you who ! am, in order that you
may fully accord with my outspoken feel
| ings.
| "a young lady Of culture aud sensitive
aspirations, my place of residence will De
made known to you in the course OF this
efusion am like you, my dear unknown,
| IN many particulars. Like you. have an
aspiring nature. l soar. rise-even TO the
! garrett where dwell. Like you, too, | am
mAligned. My poetioal soarings are mis-
taken for imbecilities. My original opin-
| ions are considered those OF an ass. But
need 1 inform you that this is monstrous
slandsr2 How can 1t be otherwise than
| that, since In all respects l 90 feature you,
dear object of my regardi
You may wonder that SO divine your
nature, but know that to the eye OF affection
| nothing Is hidden. Know that to my sharp
vision your soul lies bare as an open chart.
Let me briefly describe you, beloved GREAT
ure.
"You are somewhat long and lean. With
a face that awakeus in thu breast no active
emotions. II merely suggests to the reflect
| i've observer the desire 20 peel it or with
knife and hide it in a box. Bat know my
friend, that beauty does not reside in the
face alone. IL resides in the soul, in the feet,
in the backbone, Let US briefly consider
| each In turn Your soul, my love, must be
itself out and be known of all men.
az know that some would cruelty wish
you to pour it all out and have none left to
pour. But these are malignant, they are
ignorant, they cannot appreciate the beauty
OF your backbone. For, my friend, in con-
sidering the nature Of your backbone. | am
forced to the conclusion that you have
none. You must be limp clinging GREAT
ure; a boneless, soft oarioature of man;
libel on humanity. But, dear love, let US
not harken to the foul hiss of calumnY. Let
us unite our souls; together attain the bliss
of perfect harmony. | will sustain and
strengthen you. / will stiffen your back
bone. l will pour into your soul the wine
Of love. ! will tend you add nurse you like
a child. You need 1t, my friend; you need
it. Subject to the same healing influences
as myself, nurtured in this noble institution,
you will regain your colossal understand
ing. do not mean your big feet; no, my
friend, you have them already. l mean
that small auantum of mother wit that left
its dwelling empty. Sweet creature, let us
pray for your restoration. Let me beg you
to join me, and let us regain our feeble
wits In Asylum.
"For incurables only
"THEREsANIA BIGIDGOT,
Ultimate ofisame).n
In view of the impending presidential
campaign, the folio wing letter is full Of in
ScI Oeb 1AbhOuku ~ pOlluou AL 1901
DEAR Mr.. CLEvELAND-A letter from
you ought to have reached me this morniug;
indeed anxlously hoped that perhaps IL
would get here last night. | am sure you
are too polite to have failed of answering
my note. The public servants otherwise
authoritiesI here, are very merciless not to
have given me that letter from you.
II am very anxious TO have your photo
and find out just how you do look; because
the pictures In Puck and on the street make
YOU appear like two different persons.
II hope you will excuse pencil. my ink is
tyrannically locked up.
II am not going to express my curiosity
as TO whether you are going to be President.
/ should love you more as a private oltizsn
Governor, Senator, or something not Presi-
Dental.
81 wish you would send me back to Vas
sar, either after Easter or in September
II think you might take pity on me aud
give me q tUritten promise ot-of-er, er-
ne oomprenez-vous pasa-so that no one
would allude to any other mans attrac-
tlons.
~ send you the poem alluded to In my
former note. asked papa to have it pub
lished in the Puck of Jan. l. No one will
show me that Puck,
II am treasuring the photo. Of you that
tore out OF Rlok.
~ hope you will let papa perform the
CVEothOpy. II can peTsudue uluu 10.
DON'T be dlspleased with my forward
ness. I'd SO much rather make advances
to person can't help liking than receive
them from one Pm determined to avoid.
"Sorrowfully | stop writing for fear of
being interrupted.
Aren't your eyes bluel No one will tel
me. Mine are red with salt; sort of hazel
But II you make point of eyes, l won't.
"rimidly, longing to hope,