Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1904-02-12
A PARADISE FOR WIDOWS.
Wide Open Welcoming Arms to Irene MeCarty,
Away Down East.
Anacortes American.


Anacortes boys are not so slow as
one might expect; in fact, if You want
to find one of them you must look a
few Jumps ahead OF the band wagon,
for "our boys" are certainly up-to-
date. The other day there came
through the mail nice fat letter to q
young gentleman who clerks in store.
1t was from a young widow way down
in Maine, who had secured his name
through some matrimonial agency,
and, liking the sound of his cognomen,
she took the innocent liberty to write
to him in the following manner:
AUGUSTA, Maine, Jan. IL, 1904.
DEAR Mr.. -:
take the liberty of writing you and
asking number of questions regarding
Anacortes, of which | have heard so
much. Reports say that it is a beautiful
place where green mountains, blue wa
iers and fertile valleys abundantly
abound. That it is country rich in
mineral products, tall timber and un-
married men, and that a woman in
clined to be Industrious can find ready
employment | am a widow (real), Is
years of age, have little ready money,
am in perfect health and willing to work.
What chance would there be for me to
get claim and would one do we'll in
Adacortes in the confectionery or res
taurant business? II you think such
business would pay, kindly answer and
| will come to the boasted land of blue
waters and green mountains.
Truly yours,
IRENE MCCARTY.
The young Anacortesan hastened to
reply, and when he had his letter just
finished customer came in, and a
chum OF his who was sitting near took
a rubber at the contents of the letter
and the reply, and gave them to US,
and here is the young mans answer
to Irene:
Come Irene, come to the land where
the giant peaks of Mount Baker, of st.
Helens and Rainier peep from beneath
their bedclothes of snow. Come where
the silvery streams meander adown the
mountain sides and mingle with the
blossoms in the vale below. Come where
the hills are ever green and the wales
are bedecked with natures choicest flow
ers. Come where the blue waters ripple
peacefully between the green carpeted
islands and garland entwined hills;
come where the milk-white sails of pleas
ure ships are filled with the balmiest
breeze that ever kissed widows brow.
Come in the winter time, Irene, when
the gentle rains descend and the feathery
flakes OF snow find their resting place
upon the crest of giant hills. Come in
the spring, when the Johnny -jump-ups
are opening their petals to the rays of
the smiling sun. Come when the WOO
ing winds are whispering love tunes to
the heavy-hearted and all nature seems
to join in one sweet song of love. Come
when the doves are cooling, when the
song birds are caroling from the branches
of the hemlock, the spruce, the cedar
and the fir. Come when the wheat
fields are waving green and the family
cow grazeth upon her native clover field.
Come in summer, when the rose is
blushing red and the speckled trout are
wont to grab the passing fly. Come in
the fall, when The Harvest Days Are
Over Irene, dear; when the salmon
cannery blossoms and the sockeyes are
in full bloom. Come any old time.
Irene, but come; for if ever this terres-
trial globe gave birth to a paradise for
widows, Anacortes is the place, for GER
tainty. She is the isle of every isle the
PRIDE Come on with your candy
kitchen, your soup house or any old biz
at all. You will do well, Irene, and
mayhaps in the golden days of June,
those sweet days which make Anacortes
the rosebud of the Pacific, you, while
strolling up the dewy pathway from the
blue waters to the crest af Mount De.
light, may meet man, for truly often
meander up that pleasant hill"