The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-06-27


about It that 1 could not keep the tears
back. and if such a thing were to hap
pen, do you suppose I could keep from
crying then? No, love. that could not
I guess will be here all alone tomorrow
while they are at church. Goodnight,
| sweetheart I hope your hand won't hurt
| You so you can't sleep. Goodnight
Yours lovingly, ISABEL.
My Dearest One: II you want to kill
| me with broken heart ust keep on doing
as you are. Oh, if you write me such
| notes as you have this morning It will put
me in my grave. How can you be so
cruel and heartless as to say anything
about you dancing over you? Oh, my
boy, my dearest friend, and the one
love better than all else, while will you
tear my heart and hurt me by saying
such cruel things How can you think
that / could see you laid in the cold
ground and not care? Are you trying 10
break my heart? I am not angry and
have not been, and love you so dearly.
and you think don't care anything for
you because 1 pust put limit to some
things. Don't get angry with me because
1 must do that, for 1 am always happiest
when I am in your arms. For heavens
sake, don't kill me by wishing you were
dead and hoping that time will soon
come. Isn't my love something to live
for? Please don't write me any more
such cruel notes. Your own little
pig"
Ny Dearest Nick: Please do not think
hard of me for not writing today, for I
have been on the go all day and I have
not had a chance. I know I have been
very cold to you in the last few days, but
I am obliged to seem so because am so
much afraid father or mother will see
something in me and make trouble. They
do not watch you; they watch me, and
they watch me all the time because they
are so afraid they will lose me. Please
don't think hard Of me when seem cold;
I am just the same as I was when 1 was
here3ast winter, and 1 wont ever change
I am so sleepy that I must go to bed.
Good night. Come over as often as you
can, because you are always welcome and
I am always glad to see you and have
you about. Good night May Gods rich
est blessing rest upon you. AS ever, your
own sweet, pig"
My Own Dearest Boy: It is long past
midnight, but must write my boy a few
lines before I seek my pillow. Even
though 1t is late I do not bslisve my boy
is asleep, for the sad thought that this
time tomorrow night your angel will be
so far from you is too deep for sleep: but,
dear Dick, it will not be long before I will
be back again. Try to bear up under it
and live for me and in such a way that
will be proud Of you. I will not forget
you because 1 am far from you. I know
that 1t almost breaks your heart to see
me go, but do your best at work not to
think too much Of me and kiss your little
angel good night in your dreams. You
will still have your angel to love you, for
L can love you just as we'll at Hollins as
can here and do love you. Dear Nick,
tomorrow night I will not be with any Of
my sweethearts, but will be back here In
heart and thought with my only sweet
heart, Nick. You need not ask me to
think of you sometimes, because will do
NAAS~S
promised to stay here as often as you can,
and leave my all nj your care, for you
and father and mother are all I have
Did you hear me singing just now? It was
for you, and these were the words:
How can leave thee, how can I bear to
part,
That thou hast this heart of mine,
Dearest believe, so wholly it it thine
That can love none else but thee alone"
They are so beautiful and true. And
they speak my thoughts. Good night,
dear heart. May God lift the shadow
from your life and make it all sunshine
and happiness. Pray for me, please, and
remember that You are a member of the
church, and, L hope, Christian. Good
night, dearest. Your own little sweet
pig"
My Own Dearest Nick: have been
trying all day to write to you, but have
not had chance. Dear Nick, you do not
know how much 1 was greved by all that
passed tonight, and what grieved me more
than anything else was your asking me
not to think Of you any more and not to
write to you any more, and that you
would not be here when came back.
Dear Nick, if you were to follow in the
footsteps of your brother and take your
own life, it would almost kill me. would