Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-11-06


affection. and more genuine, Nineteenth
Century blight on it in that little bundle
than you'll find in months session of the
divorce court Since you've brought these
letters to the light, let's look them through
and see what became of the only man ever
really loved"
"Who was hep"
"Henry Nelson Brown, called Foxy at
college, where that note was written. Those
are his letters to me. You will observe
later that while the expression is charm
ingly varied, the subject is substantially
the same in all. In answer to that note I
sent him SO and hall bat, telling him to
pay Nicholson and kill Bones. But Foxy
was too shrewd to pay whole debt when
he could scale it down, so he gave Nichol-
son S. and only half killed Bones. Both
we're entirely satisfied, and Foxy bought
plug hat with the SIS which remained. Let
us turn to his next letter, which is on the
paper of Holcomb, Reardon & Co., hides
and leather of New York. He was clerk
for the firm at S. week. after his gradua-
tion with the highest honors in music
Here is the letter:
NEW YORK, Oct Ia, 1879.
DEAR HowDY-Send me SIS. Quick. The
old man Is coming to town, ard If he finds
me without my watch he will send mp n her
rible howl. But il everything is o. K. will
work him for enough to pay back the SIS ana
the rest that owe you, and then we will go
and have red-cyed racket with it. Ever
yours, Foxy.
No Racket in That Deal
$50 you used to go on rackets?" said
Maude in the severe tone of a woman who
thinks that she has drawn shrewd and
damaging inference.
'I didn't 60 on any with the money Foxy
speaks of" replied. 81 never saw it. The
old man Brown came to town with all mis-
pockets sewed up"
':Aud didn't he pay you at alp I think
he was real mean.'
"No, he wasn't mean in those DAYS. He
was poor. He would have given me anv-
thing he had-in the days when he didn't
have anything. Take this note for instance:
...-. DECEMBER o, 1879
can Tor you. My winter overcoat is in hook
already, but I'll spout the light one if the
weather moderates. Meanwhile. II You can
spare quarter for luncn I'll give it to you
with the other. Perhaps the firm will give
me raise. I asked the head clerk what he
thought of my chances, and he said the firm
would either raise me or bounce Inc the
first of the year, but if he was betting man
his money would go on the bounce. I'll see
you saturday. FOXY.
"Did he give you any money on Satur-
day?" asked Maude.
Worked for a Fresh Loan.
mo; but he would have done tiff I had
let him. I met him just going into pawn
shop with his light coat on his arm. 1t was
pretty nearly the coolest day ever saw in
New York, so lent him the money to get
his heavy coat out. Then We hooked the
light coat and went to the theater.
'.Here are number of notes 1 received
during the winter, but they're all more or
less like the others. Here is one which 1
got the next June:
DEAR HowDY-I'm f1at on my back Dges-
tion all gone to blazes. Can't keep an thing
experiment with till fix the landIady. The
doctor says that can pay him now what
saved the past year by eating free lunch. 1
He also said that Croton water is bad for In
valids, and he advises me to drink iced
champagne. He seems to know his business,
@ Dns pc evidensly ,s sGy don't know mine Can you
check for 81 II, balance of salary. There
wee few little memoranda in the cash
drawer which brought it down I'd that. Why
didn't they send money! What in the name
Becizebub's bull pup can 1 do with a check
while I'M tied to this bed? If give it to the
landlady she'll absorb It and thefe won't be
chsmpagne anyway: Come Al take my
.'T went to see the boy, and
found him very low in bis mind.
But the champagne Which II
brought with me braced him wonderfully,
and his strong constitution pul$d him
through It was on the August following
that got this note:
Getting on in the World.
DEAR HowDY-I have turned over new
leaf No more reeklessness for me- Hence
forth it's strictly business. Lying there.
with death staring me in the face, did a
heap of solemn thinking. l thought up
scheres to advance me with the firm, and
one of them has caught on. never saw old
Reardon SO tickled in my lie. "Brown,"
says he. you've got the making OF P busi
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