Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1902-01-11

Penelope.
Pen Dusenberryl
AS for G. ", the shoe may be on
the other foot now, and Re may at
this minute be laying for me, ready to
do some mauling himself. Poor old
boy, I hope he won't be desperatee
enough to wind up his earthly career
because I've got Zellie back. OF course
it's tough on him, but he ought to bear
up, and reflect that he can still be a
useful citizen and do some little good
in the world if lie can't have the only
girl any fellow could want.
Yes, the camping's humming sue
cess. Tom.
Glen Alder, August goth.
Dear Old Dick:-Congratula me-
but don't ever ask me what 1 saw in
her to admire, etc; 1 don't know
where the charm is, and l don't try to
fathom it. All 1 know is that the
other girls are to me like faded out
dimity beside some quaint, rich, orr
entail silk compared with this Pene-
lope. the girl with red hair and yellow
speclIs in her gray eyes Floretta says
she doesn't know how to dress. I
don't know how that may be; she had
on thin black dress today, null or
calico or swiss-I don't know what
stuff it was made of, but it made her
hair look like twisted copper with
gold in the curves and her COM
plexion (between the freckles) like the
petal of a rose. She has freckles. 1
always liked best those crisp looking
speckled apples that were a little tart
he
breath of an orchard in the fullness
of blossom time.
was a bit afraid Tom was about
to lose his head, just at first, and l
found my anxiety was shared by Zellie
Waters; poor, dear little girl She al
ways reminds me of a nice, plump.
sweet, insipid little seed cooky. 1t
was clearly my duty under the cir
cumstances, to chase after her for a
while, and get old Tom jealous. if he
really loved cookies as much as he had
professed to me to do. And it brought
him after us with a scowl on that
round. blooming face of his, that
Man of the Woods as he could, with
that cherubic countenance.
Well, 1 was willing enough to play
got Pen, and all the world is a big.
sweet flower.
Our fair Floretta doesn't seem to
Toms and mine If we try to tell her
anything about them. she says her
feet hurt her, and goes in the house.
used to think she was mighty nice
girl. until she seemed somehow to have
gone into a picking process. 1 may
like very little bit of tartness. but I
want a heap of good, wholesome
sweetness along with it.
Our outing is drawing towards a
close. l must go and take Pen for a
walk to Silver Spring, so this is the
fms for now. G. v.
Glen Alder, August goth.
Dear Jen:-I couldn't hardly read
your last letter, it was so scratchy;
why don't you write a little palmer?
I shouldn't think you'd want your
new dress fused up so; it'll be rather
gay for a girl who is getting along to
your years
Yes. we're going back home. Uncle
and Aunt aren't in any particular
hurry, and Tom and Zellie don't want
to go, but made such a fuss they all
had to agree. Those two make out
and out fools of themselves about
each other. since they have managed
to find out their own minds. / can't
stand it
You needn't write any more here
as we are going back so soon.
As ever,
Floretta-
P. ST. may as well tell you. fol-
you'll hear it soon any way. G. "
and that Penelope Dusenberry are
to be married this fall. Recommend
me to a red headed girl who looks as
simple as a COW for deep, underhand
Implicitly; especially If she's as plair
and common looking as a cabbage
| OF course it doesn't matter to me,
| wouldn't have him, il he asked me-
| It has been found in worlds fair
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