Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-02-17

4 From Mrs. Rebecca Winter to Mrs.
John s. G.. Winslow,
Fairport, Ia.
! And It was delightful to discover
that you were so distressed about me.
1 must be getting a tritle maudlin in
my old age, for l have lump in my
| throat every time have thought OF
Johnny and you actually starting out
to find me; l am thankful my tele.
gram please, Peggy, do not call 1t
| wire again-to me! loathe these
verbal indolences) reached you at
Omaha in time to stop you.
Really, we have not had hardships.
| Thanks to Israel Putnam Arnold!
have a very admiring gratitude for
| that man! In these days OF degener.
acy he builded a stanch enduring
| house. With union labor too! I
don't see how he contrived to do 1t.
Generally, when they build houses
| here, they scamp the underpinninB
and weaken the joists and paint over
the dirt instead of washing it off; and
otherwise deserve to be killed. The
unfortunate man opposite had just
that kind OF house, which tumbled
| down and burned up, at once; but,
alas! 1t killed some of the people in
1t, not the guilty masons ,and carpen-
ters!
Our chimneys have been inspected
and we are now legally as well as
mt, h,,t mr. cyff
We cooked out on the sidewalk, and
supplemented our cooking with young
Tracy's stove.
told you OF Janet's engagement.
Comfortably, my dear Peggy, l am
q bit responsible. They met by chance
on the train: and assure you, al
though chance might have parted u,
did not let it. clupg to Nephew
BERTHE. I'm sure he wondered why.
knew better than to let him suspect
But success you can't share is like
rose without smell. So confess to
you, have made this match. But
when you see Millicent she will toll
you that she helped things along. She
has abused Janet like pickpocket;
but now, since she has discovered
Janet didn't draw the Daughters carl
cature of her, she regards her as one
Of the gems of the century
We are recovering from the terri.
BILE events Of which we wrote. 1t is
certainly relief that Atkins is killed.
He was one of the two scoundrels who
sneaked into the patio and put the
bombs into the automobile. BERTHE
shot him. You have no doubt heard
all about Mr.. Keatcham's death. He
was killed by the man whose wicked
ness, he had. unconsciously fostered.
He did not know 1t, but / make no
doubt hia swollen fortune and the un-
scrupulous daring Of its acquiring had
great influence in corrupting his
secretary.
And his corruption was his matters
andoing. must say sympathize
with young Tracy, who said last night:
Il feel as IL had been put to soak
In crime! That bomb was the limit.
In future, me for the common or gar
den virtue; 1t may be tame, but pre-
fer tameness to delirium tremens!"
used to think that should like
to match my wits against first-class
criminal intellect; God forgive me for
the wish! / have been matching wits
for the last month; and never putting
on my shoes without looking in them
for baby bomblet or feeling twinge
Of indigestion without darkly suspect
ing the cook-who is really the best
creature In the world, sent Mr.. Arnold
by a good Chinese friend Of mine. q
had chance to do good turn to my
friend, by the way, during the earth
quake and thus repay some of his to
me.)
Archie is well and cheerful. Isn't
1t like the Winter temperament to
lose It's melancholy in such horrors as
we have seen? Archie is distinctly
happier since he came to California.
AS for Janet and Rupert-oh, well,
my dear, you and Johnny know! The
house has been full Of people, and we
have had several friends of our own
for a day or two. | got recipe for
delicious tea cake from Mrs. Wiggles-
worth of Boston. She didn't save any
thing but her furs and her kimono
and bridge set, besides what she
had on; she packed her trunk with
great care and nobody would take 1t
downstairs. OF course she saved her
bag of jewels, which reminds me that
poor Mr. Keatcham left Janet some
'pearls-that is, the money for them
He was very much attached to her.
We buried him on the crest OF the
hill; later, when more settled times
shall come, he may take another and
last journey to that huge mausoleum
where his wife and mother are buried.
Poor things! it is to be hoped they had
no taste living or else that they can't
see now how hideous and fiamboyant
is their last costly resting place. But