Birmingham age-herald., 1895-04-14

Burton to send me his picture. I never asked him for 1t. I remember how his face looked when l told him that neither could nor would marry him, and the next day he proposed to Rose Lee just for spite.
 Here's Florence Gerald's picture. Flor ence was right pretty until she blondined her hair She's hideous now. I wonder if she ever thinks of the night of the dom ino when I appeared on the scene just as Jack and herself were going through their pretty little love scene. Jack swears that he thought it was "his own Bess," but I've had many and serious doubts on the subject We'll. it's all in a lifetime, and Florence was welcome to the kiss she got, since got Jack!
 Who's this all tied up in oiled silk? An! know and suppose I had better not throw Jack in the fire. This was the first picture he ever gave me, and it has a boyish look to it, that is not on his face now.
 There you go, Jack! I'll save you!
 Who-if I had known whose face was on this card, I don't think I should have turned 1t over so quickly. Dear old sweetheart! your eyes are so deep and true and tender, that I can hardly be- Heve of you all they tell me. Why, your face is full of love for me, even in this quiet picture! Do you know, Sweetheart, when Jack first asked me to come to him to be his own for all time, I thought of that wintry, misty day, when you bent your head down and looked into my eyes and asked me: "Blue eyes, do you love mel" and the blood flew to my face at the memory. Jack saw it, and he smiled in such a satisfied way, as he said: Why, Bessf you are blushing at my words!''
 Of course, Sweetheart, didn't tell him better, but thought more and more of you.
 They tell me you are to be married soon, Sweetheart. We'll, may you be happyl We two know how full of sweet and tender memories was that time we spent together but it is all over now Here Is letter from you, written that last year of my school life, but I won't read it. I know it by heart-I've read it so many times: it is blistered with tears, and worn with reading Up there hangs the first night met you. Do you remem- Der, Sweetheart2 I was Amy Robsart, and you were Dudley. Oh! how hand some you were in that old court dress, and how low and tender was your voice as you said to me
 "How could Dudley be blamed if his Amy looked anything like mine?"
 Yes, this is the costume I believe will put 1t on, Just to see if look lany- thing like did that night.
 It Is little more loose now than it was then--sooiety does tell on a girl so quick ly! I really think make a better Amy now. than did then, for my face is a trif1e sadder tonight The dress is cer- tainly becoming to mel must admit it.
 O! how 1t takes me back I can almost see you, my Dudley, and how I long for you only my heart knows.
 How strange 1t was that Jack should have been dressed as Tressillian that same night!
 I remember 1t all, Sweetheart, even that last waltz, and here. pinned in the lace at the neck. are the white hyacnth stalks you took from your chain and gave me. Poor little flowers! withered and dead. like many another sweet thing quite as fral as they
 Well dear, perhaps it was best that we should live apart, you and I; but I shall always think of those sweet old days as the tenderest of my life. I will kiss your pictured face just once for old times sake and there will be no disloyalty to Jack in the caress, for 1t is a farewell to you, and turning to him forever. Goodbye,