The herald., 1894-02-19
HE WAS BADLY HIT.

| Long Beach Man aud Miss May
Brooklyn.
The San Francisco Chronicle prints a
long account of the suicide of the we'll
known actress, Miss May Brooklyn, and
prints couple of letters from Long
Beachite to her, as follows:
December 4, 1S93-May darling, my
heart has gone out to you in love and
longing sill these weeks, but have not
known with any certainty where to
reach you until tonight. And even now
what can | say? What is there to eay
when ones life is all read backward and
the charm OF life undone? Words are
such empty things and love itself is
80 powerless before the irremedial fact
OF death. l have tasted too deeply the
bitterness of grief to offer any set
phrases OF consolation to those who
have lost friends, for not all the preach
ing since Adam can make death other
than death.
We csnnot willingly give up our loved
ones, not even to heaven. We are
human, and it ia not angels we want,
but just our own dear friends, living
and loving. prsising and blaming. The
touch OF the hand that was little diff
ferent from any other hand, the quick
glance OF an eye that said more than
words, the warm breath on our cheeks
-the-everything and all that made our
friend our friend, which having lost, we
sit alone amid our ruins with no faith to
believe that there can ever be any magic
or force in the days to come that shall
rival or recreate our beautiful Yesterday,
Because l have lived all this, sweet
heart, do not send you words and
words, but love you every little min
ute, and if there is any way in which |
can serve you, or be even the least bit
OF comfort to you, you have only to
make me happy by telling ME how and
when. You may perhaps know through
NJ. Henderson that am staying with
my two daughters on the west side for
q while.
Send me a word, dear, and lei me
write you now and again. My best
wishes and my hearts love is with you,
dear friend OF mine. Yours sincerely,
J. w. WAKELEE.
Long Beach, Cal.
LONG BEACH, CAL, Jan. a. 1884,
Dearest May: Kilograms and letters do
not seem to meet with very vigorous re-
spouse from you, but here goes another
just to cay the same old story OF love
and longing, and the newer one of my
home starting, for / must think of New
York as home since l have lett nv
household goods there, end when l
think OF starting also think that per-
hap6 l may see you, since my way
leads through San Francisco and |
my ticket allows me stop-oyers
ad libitum. So. desrie, if you will tell |
me where you are, and that you would
be glad to see me for the space of few |
hours | think can arrange my Journey
with that in view, and have a pleasant
remembrance to carry across the CONT
nent. | shall probably leave here in
eight or ten days, so send me word or
two for luck it for nothing else.
hear from Mrs. Parsons occasionally |
and from Louise daily, and still l am
not happy. Perhaps when [ hear from |
you l may be. Louise writes such de-
lightiul things Of the company and the |
good business, that it makes me wild to |
"go strolling" with them instead OF sit
ting in this stupid little place and grow
ing stout until l look very much like |
the encloeed picture which / send to
prepare you for my appearance. NV |
dearest, dear little heart, this is stupid |
stupid of anybody, so l wifi VIII hfss tmtsnt155
bed and think thoughts and hope hopes
about yon until | lose myself in the land
OF dreams. Lovingly yours,
J. W. WAKELEE.
The Louise referred to is Louise |
Wskelee who appeared here some time
ago in Melten Royls's Friends" COM
pany.