The Newark journal. (Newark, Ark.) 1901-1959, 1903-07-03
Newark, Ark, June p.

strole short time ago down thru
the woods at twilight and when |
reached the side of the ole brook
where we ust to spend so many
happy hours | sot down to medi-
tate and reflect on the past. And
while | was setting thar | thought
of the first time we met at this spot
when we wus yung. You sung a luy
song that seemed like a prophecy
and it will wiring in mi yeers til mi
dyin day. I'll repeet part of it
fur you:
In sheltered vale a mill-wheel
Still turns its tuneful lay,
My darling once did dwell there,
But now she's far away.
A ring in pledge gave her,
And VOWS of love we spoke;
Those VOWS are all forgotten,
The ring asunder broke.
Now, mi deer Hot Stuff, | have
grieved over the past til | have
grown very thin; I'm SO thin that
| can shade myself in the shadder
of a goose-neck hoe handle, and
when | have a pane in mi body |
can't tell whether its in mi back or
mi stumiek, but in spite of all this
I'm good lookin. | have got me a
set of new teeth, a false eye, new
wig and Sunny Duff and Henry
Galloway air goin to send and git
me a cork leg. I'm a CRATE fay-
orite with them two men.
But | wish you wood git rid of
that other woman out there and
come on home; | no you wood like
to see over little boy. He is jist
like yoa and pap told me tother
day that that youngun would new
err do a blamed thing but tell lies
and hunt. He has pretty cross eyes
jist like yourn, and when / send
him out to git :. basket of chips
he'll make a mistake and go into
sum storehouse and git it full of
crackers; then | think of how you
ust to do. You remember you told
me one Sunday that you'd take a
sack and go and git sum roastneers
fur supper, but you made a mis-
take and got over in Ghesley
Marshal's melon patch and got a
sack of watermelons. But the lit
tie Teller has got a terrible APPETITE;
he could eat up Barnum's show
and then be as hungry as n starved
wolf. But he is a sweet little ole
pole cat. Charley Edwards gave
him a gun tother day. Charley
and me are great chums.
There is one thing | don't under
stand; | have been told that you
had no wife out there, but the per-
feser says you married over thar
at Syringa. Well, you sed the pop
ulation over thar was niggers and
muskeeters. That sounds list like
you married one of them niger
gals. Shorely, Hot Stuff, you did
MT go an marry one of them big
ole she mukeeter.s If you did, |
dunno what yore children will be-
muskeeter- hawks, ! reckon.
Say, old boy, if you don't come
home pretty soon Pm Il going to
write to John McPeek. The per-
feser says John wants good wom-
an mighty bad, and you know the
skripshur say, It's not good for a
man to be alone" Is his name
McPeek or Mountain Peek! If its
Mountain Peek reckon his little
boys will be Hill Peeks.
The perfeser says you ust to
work in store for colored gem
tIeman over at Syringa before they
run you off and that one day col
ored lady came in and wanted to
buy broad brimmed hat turned
up behind and you said you had
that kind of a hat, but you didn't
think broad brimmed hat looked
well on a woman turned up behind.
Now wasn't that a git-offl
Well. my deer Hot Stuff, Rou
will have to excuse me fo1 the
present, Mr.. HARRISON, the post
master, has telephoned for me TO