The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-03-27

army-the Salvation Army. she liz a peri from
away back. She sings "Come to Jesus" and
the teams then run away and break things
But father loves her. | can see that. He
can't keep his eyes OFF from her. You ought to
see her on the street singing at evontide, march
ing through the mud. 1t would make you
laugh to see the way she maltreats tam
BOURNE. She came and kissed me onet, but
took it off with some wart medicine l had on
hand at The time.
What would you do, Mr. Nye if you was me?
have no home ut all. This is just as l say,
what-you-may-callit on GARTH, After what l
have saw OF marriage you can see that look
upon ii askance, and yet believe could make
some good man happy. Do you not think so?
Do you know such man? Or if not a real good
man, one that could rnoid9
You mnst meet good many different people
one time and another, especially young men of
your own age. How would it do for you to
throw them in my way? send cart de visite,
taking 4th of July held here. / do my hair
different now, and have quit wearing prunella
shoes except in hot weather. Friends say l
have greatly improved since the picture was
struck of.
was never sick day in my life, and can eat
ANYTHING that is set before me. l am fond of
children and bucswheEt CAKES.
Tell me what should do to escape this living
death In the home nest. What do you think OF
advertising for a correspondent? ] hate to
write my soul throbs to a man OF whom have
never saw. Do you know what to do to remove
superfuous hair? am afraid that mustache
is budding on my face, and though / do not
w. L
get old. If there is anything gives me pain il
is to see an old lady going down to her grave in
an iron gray mustache.
Write to me, Mr.. Nye. if you can, for am
practically an orphan, and ii l were to take a
wrong step now after writing to you, if you do
not reply. you would never forgive yourself,
would you? Yours with love,
LAURA MCSwELLAN WoERTZ
p. 81 understand voice culture and en-
balming; also interior decorations and butcher
ing. could make some mans home all aylow
with gladness ii had his love and order on
the store. Please do not cast this letter aside
with petulant exclamation, but manage some
how TO get my address into the paper and | will
knit you big handsome clouded blue zeffer
tippet for next winter Can you Judge ones ma
ture by the handwrite? l. NJ. w.
l hardly know how to answer you fully
and succinctly. and l would hate to write
you and then feel afterwards that the let
ter was not succinct. would Judge from
your letter that you are naturally full of
sparkle and chaste gayety, but had been
kept back and stepped on and bruised by
Fate and thrown down, and i'll fortune
has, as | may say, had you in the door.
Excuse plain words for | am plain man,
plain and simple. | make a speciality of
both of these features.
Your letter and composition would indi-
cate that you could make some good man
deliriousiy happy if you would. You
would have to use Judgment, of course
too suddenly. You should sort of men,
tally unfold to him day by day. as it were,
SO that he can get acclimated. That would
be my advice.
Be careful, Laura to dawn on him easy,
like an October morning. Do not burst on
him like the unexpected return of an
American husband who said he was going
TO be away all night, but steal in on his
darkened soul like footpad in York state.
Sort of grow on him, like a beautiful
lichen or edible fungus. Cling to him, as
Deuteronomy would say, like a pup to a
root.
But you must not be cast down. Laura.
Certainly | would encourage you to be
brave. Good men are scarce and shy now,
but when spring opens you will hear their
Baritone honk as they go northward. Do
not get too near them while melting. for
they are timid and easily startled, but
watch your chance when they are grazing,
and possibly during the sucker season you
may land one, for men as rule are not so
able as they let on 10 be-
| saw man Yesterday whom | thought
at the time would fall an easy prey if you
had been near by with good Limeric hook
baited with red flannel.
He was a real bald man. You could see
al glance that j. was not assumed. He
only had a slight dash OF hair, shrimp
pink lamhrequin of self-reiiant jute hang
ing reckicSSiy on the SUBURBS OF his mead
and wandering along down among the large
cool patches of sage green freckies on his
hectic neck. never speak lightly ola bald
headed man, Laura, for | always say 10 N.Y.
self: No man knows when he may be that
way himself" But this man whom |
picked out for You was clear case. There
was no help for it. 1t was one of those
confirmed cases Of premature badness at
the age OF 70 years resulting from sitting
too close to the footlights in order to fol-
low the libretto and advertisement of the
opera, or possibly. perhaps, from wearing
ones halo too much in the house.