The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1902-06-19
A Letter From Dick.

Surprised again know you will be
when you look at the signature OF this
and find that I am scattered $50 far
and yet so near" But, you know, ''a
rolling stone gathers no moss" has long
been an aphorism which, nine times
out OF ten, is true one. In this case,
though, am an exception, as my wan
derings to and from this and that place
have made me appear very, very old
and bent and literally covered over
with moss. But my means of circum-
locution being an outfit provided only
by Shanks, progress has OF course been
very slow, and, in consequence, l found
myself, upon arriving here, bedecked
in rags and tiers, the next thing to ma
kedness and the very opposite of what
the mossy adage implies.
This is Sunday evening, and, as l sit
here in the back door of the Banner Of
fee, old Sol is bidding me good night
as he majestically lowers himself in the
west, preparatory to lending his beams
to the pigtails and those of other climes.
As l write the clock in the steeple
strikes six, and this dvy, as far as day
light is concerned, will soon be gone
aud forgotten by millions, while q
great many of us will lament the fact
that it was not better spent. Yet,
checkered as my life has been, and va
ried its scenes, the lesson which has
been given me by the higher Power
appears hard TO master, despite the fact
that times is swiftly passing by and
leaving me no better prepared to heed
the admonition than if it had never
been given. Nevertheless, ! console
myself with the thought that it can't bC
long before the tide in my affairs viii
begin to ebb and leave me where it will
be absolutely necessary, to avoid being
borne upon its outgoing waves, to cas-
about and look mp some avenue OF es
cape from the tempestuous billows o.
the deep, which, soon or late, find toe
many of us their helpless victims.
I am at work just now on the Cleve
land Banner, Bradley county, Tenn.
run by Campbell h Skaggs, the lattel
gentleman, like yourself, being we'll nj
in the cart Preservative."
You, and / suppose many of your city
readers, know Harry Darling, as h,
worked on The COMET some twelve oI
fourteen months ago? Well, he is nov
Mr.. Darling, as he persuaded youn.
lady of this town (and sweet and be
witching one she is, too, that it woulC
be to her interest and end in the con
summation of his happiness if she wer
to yield to his protestations OF love AM
change her name from Miss Mimi
Wagner to that Ct Mrs. Minnie Darl
ing. This, after much thought an
careful consideration, she consented to
They were accordingly married fe,
months ago and are now keeping hous
in this thriving town OF five thousan
inhabitants, their hearts beating sym
pathetic love strokes, one with the otk
er. May you and yours olive long an
prosper, Harry, is all the harm th
writer wishes you and your fair youn
bride. Aside from being "away" u
yonder in the affections of his wife, i
occupies in this Office, from a mechal
ical standpoint, the position Of "rigl
bower, being good "all round Iworl
man and swift compositor.
/ Through the kindness of Mr.. Skag:
[ am no longer moss-covered, and IL
Inner man is likewise looked after TIN
times per day by the same benevolel
impulse.
/ Let her go, King Cyrus, if she suit
# she don't, the waste baskets gol
nowhere. Put these last four lines 1
too. DICK