The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1903-06-26
NO26
FATHER LOVER OR BOTH

Daddy, Daddy, how am I going to
write you this letter
l should feel ashamed of myself for
not having the courage to go straight
to you and tell you my secret, as a
sensible young woman should. In.
stead I run up l. my room and lock-
ed myself in, to write you all my heart.
When I have finished, shall slip the
letter under yoar bedroom door.
Here it is: l love another man
another besides you Daddy; and the
conviction is nearly breaking my
heart.
The man I love-the other one
yes, even great; but my poor heart
aches unutterably with the thought
that, if | go to him, must leave you.
Leave you, dearest, best, truest father
girl ever had.
When look back over the twenty
three years of my life-all motherless
years-and recall how we-you and
/, Daddy-have walked hand in hand,
heart to heart, all the way, through
sunshine and shadow, over smooth
path and rough, drawing ever closer
to each other with the passing of the
years, when l think of all this, and
then realize that l am actually asking
you to let me leave you actually
deserting-oh, | could tear my
heart out for its treachery, 1 could
weep my eyes dry for very bitterness
of soul!
When think Of leaving you for this
new love, despise myself and want
to go down at your feet and beg for
giveness; but, ah, Daddy, when I
think of giving up my new love I can
not bear the pain of it for one moment.
[ can not, can not
And here am, asking you to let
me go. Will you ever know the pain
it gives me? Almost I could implore
you not to let me go-to hold me, to
me, me, even against my will.
But no, you will give me your dear
smile of immeasurable tenderness and
bid me seek my happiness, and then
my heart will bleed in an agony Of
self-reproach.
Daddy, if you can forgive me, how
silly Of me to say that! If you can
believe that l still love you, that is
foolish, too. If-ah, 1 must ask it
if you can give me up to him, tell me
so, by putting rose on my breakfast
plate in the morning. Don't speak to
me then, for my heart is too full. Just
put the rose there. And then, after
while, will try to talk sensibly to you
about it-about him.
Goodnight, sweet Daddy. I hard
ly know what sort of state my heart
is in. only know that l love two
men with the very soul of me. That
sounds dreadful, but one of them is
my idolized father, and the other
ah, put the rose there is the morning
Daddy! Your loving
DAUGHTER.
First prize letter IN Golfers Weekley.
ONE JACKEY'S PRAYER.
Admiral "Bob" Evans tells this one,
says the New York Times
"Among the .jackies' of the Ameri-
can fleet that did the business at San.
tiago was an extremely pious chap
lad from Vermont. We had been
telling him all along that each day
would probably witness the long-looked
for battle between the American and
the Spanish vessels. When he prayed
that night he placed special stress up
on the plea that the vessel upon which
he and his comrades-in-arms were
serving might escape disaster, saying,
among other things:
80 Lord, shield us from the shells
and other projectiles of the enemy; but
if any shells and solid shot do come to
our vessel pray Thee that they may
be distributed as prize money is dis
trihuted- among the officers -