Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-01-09
she does!" he murmured. And the
reading of the letter continued.
oil ocly mo rhl! VO,i

she does!" he murmured. And the
reading of the letter continued.
you always ask me to tel! you
more about myself Well there is
nothing to tell. rise at six in the
morning to soc that s,usy Mitten docs
the CRATES. Sometimes l help her.
Then | wake Raft (when he is at
honey and we two brush the shoes.
| (You call yourself an engineer and
| yet can't invent a machine to do
simple thing like that!) Breakfast
| follows prayers = which makes one
hurried and the other cold Blu, Whist
can one do with father that il; con-
sumed with doubts as to eternal pun
ishment. What does he care about
cold eggs at breakfast.
Then | do my Households, count
the linen for the wash (wnen there
! is wash. which is mostly) If have
a spare moment go to the piano and
play Where is NV Wandering Boy
| Tonisht'-till Rats fox terror Viz
! scratches at the door to be let ont"
''The daughter of minister and
tells such-humph!" broke off ag-
gressively; 81 wonder why care
about getting such letters. I'm made
different from other fellows, expect
-ah. we'll! So is she from Ollie.
girls!"
And he returned 10 tie sr5ieer in
hand. secreteiv vexsd - Sc. chat so
| little remained to be road.
! Dear Mr.. Ludovio, the roaring
winds do blow-on he Ray Of Bis
cay-O. And you are ;i,t at The far
side of it, sitting up aloft II have lock-
ed you out) like the little cherub
mentioned by the late Mr. Dibden. So
beg you to pity the fate of poor Miss
Janet. Susy Mitten 1aS Just brokan
cup and saucer out If our only aft
ernoon tea-set, and you can't send me
another because you don't know the
pattern Otherwise, would not say
no. Thank you very much. all the
same But keep them for marriage
present for your friend Miss Vida B.
f. Romer. who has not vet annexed
any more fathers. 1 don't think she
will claim Phil Calmont as one.
Dear Vic = was it mad then? And
did it stride to and fro, and shove
about those long legs, in the boots
with supre | saw on the photograph
you sent (what do you do with spurs
up mountain - l have heard OF
mountain spurs, but 1t can't be that?)
Well, l know there are people who
would make fuss about you, and tell
you how. noble and be-merel-ed you
deserve to be. Oh, yes, there are lots
girls, too = much prettier than l..
| Only. you see, you wouldn't enjoy
their letters so much. They would
make you yewn. They write all of a
pattern. And you seem to have re-
ceived quite lot - know because
YOU follow their copy-headings so
CLOSELY. dear Mr.. Ludovic!
by the way, Aaron Calmont has
lust been over with a bunch of roses,
and Hur left some with Susy at the
hack door this morning 81 can't
I think why Can you? They must be
i meant for me. Only pretty girls get
things like those. Aaron has been
over to the East Nurseries and spent
his last shilling, fear. Silly boy!
very little bud, even il it cost me an
i extra tuppence- ha-penny of postage
only 1 know exactly what you would
. do. You, are kind of noble Royal
Humane, savage, dear Mr. Ludovic,
J and you own vile temper - oh,
do! If you have a good point it is
LQaC OF owning I'D VlIluc VC1y
rare in men, unknown in women.
Nov if were to send you this per-
!. feet bud, bought at the expense of a
poor lads money. you would dash it
to the floor, and gr-r-rind it to powder
under your heel! Now, wouldn't you?
Besides, 1 have pity on the Queen g
English!
':Therefore, considering these
, things, have slipped out into the gar.
den, and in q little nook which l love
(where you used to sit under the big
apple tree at the corner Of the
hedge) have found a pansy no
locking again | see that it is forget,
; lne-not. II is little damp, but have
fixed it down to the letter with strips
of paper. and | am going to give ii
to my sister Violet to kiss before
sending it.
"I am dear MI. Ludovic,