Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1903-03-01


morning chat. For the nonce the
threadbare subject of "shop talk was
dropped and they We're relating sto-
ries of a personal nature dealing with
the sentimental side of things. each
with a beautiful far-off heroine as the
central setting of the story. Business
was duh and the barkeep was yawn-
ing al the opposite of the room. FL
ally he aroused himself, shot {
stream of tobacco juice with unerring
aim at the nearest cuspidor. and said
Talk about hein' in love. You chaps
don't know nothing about the game.
| played it for three long years and
! tell You there is nothn' to it.
The reporters We're Immediately in
terested. Whenever the barkeep
deigned TO talk there was sure to be
good story. He had run the gamu1
of his personal adventures. but this
was the first time he had ever touched
on Tie tender passion.
sEes,a he continued, Il have had
enough trouble in that line to cause
enlargement of the heart and | pass
c1 lp he whole push. No more
nice ones for Sweeney. It happea@d
| Ike this: Bout ten years ago Wa5
! WGrkin down ii a small town IL
southwest Georgia, an | was i'9lnn; II
| with a smooth piece of calico til"
looked like winner. an that S 10
lie. She had nominated NE fer H.
and AZ for lHe--We'l there was not!.-
for any If the other Alberta peaches.
Things would a been all right if L
!.aAn.t been for hey friend. She heard
a'3Aa ne hi>; friend did. and there
Was nothin 10 ii but We must strike
III a cr1espondence. The friend lVod
n Atlanta. and my girl. knowing she
lad me cinehcd. didn't mind. SO We
get 10 writin' Ny. how that girl
| cGuld write, She had Laura Jean
|
oH4e to style and descrirtion an
as la. scn1iment-well. Ella Wheeler
H'ilroN was cold as an absinthe frappe
by tic side of her.
You know What that sort of thing
vii! ,ic for a fellow. Well. i, wasn't
long before | begin 10 look for them
bis fat envelopes, With a powerful
'@t of interest: an | get to the point
where | bought me handbook which
tells a chap how to write the proper
thing for every day in the year-'The
Ready Letter Writer they call it.
In two months time that Atlanta Ma
i'ie Corelli had me goin an that's no
merry jest. passed up the real peach
crime and told her that she wasn't
enough in the literary line 10 trot in
youl Uncle i,sn Us class.
md You, hadn't put nly lamps
oa Tie Atlanta lady, but was dead
sHre Sic Has the latest fashion hint
FROM, Paris. We went at it long-dis-
'arec &lvie fer al, ut two years before
l'se presents POT iAto the game That
@irl was sue Il "rnleH mister, and
tna' no pipe dream. She knowed
Just WAT a man wanted. Slippers,
| had enough slippers to shoe the
naked tribes in India and the silk
nufilers she sent me would keep the
freezins .n1ks of Chicago warm for
YEAR
Things went on that way till
couldn't stand it no longer, an we
decided TO tie up in double harness.
wasn't a J. p. Morgan in them days,
and | couldn't afford to take railroad
trips. I had it all framed up to save
my coin until we went to the post
All this While Id been writin' for her
cid &c didn't have one. One day | |
;ll down and said to her: Look q
here. baby don't YOU think it's about
time we was seem each other? Bout |
week after that alons came a pack
age al tied up in pink paper and silk |
.;,Ings As soon as ! set eyes on it |
know was about to look on the fea- |
,urvs, Of the future Mrs Henry John |
son.
"i'aldner. let me tell You something. |
Wnen ; looked at that mug the bump |