Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-07-08
grins and their formaldehyde and gon

take a month in September and en-
plore the Mercator property.
Do you know. Hal, l have beer
thinking lately that you and I stick
too close to the grind. Business is
right enough, but what's the use OF
spending ones best years succeeding ir
everything except the things that are
worth while? I'll be thirty sooner thar
care to say, and-oh, well, you won't
understand. You'll sit down there
with the Southern Cross and the rest
of the Internal astronomical galaxy
looking down on you, and the Indians
chanting in the village, and you will
think l have grown sentimental.
have not. You and l down there have
been looking at the world through the
reverse end of the glass. It's a bully
old world, Hal, and this is Gods part
of it. q.
Burn this letter after you read it:
suspect it is covered with germs
Well, happy days, old man,
Yours, Tom.
p. S.-By the way, can't you spare
some of the Indian pottery you picked
up at Callao? 1 told Mrs. Wilson about
it, and she was immensely interested
Send it to this address Can you get
it to the next steamer?-T.
From Maxwell Reed to Richard Bur-
ton BasIey, University Club, New
York.
Dear Dick:
Enclosed find my check for five hum
dred, as per wager. Possibly you were
within your rights in protecting your
bet in the manner you chose, but while
l do not wish to be offensive, your re-
porters are damnably so. Yours,
Maxwell Reed.
From Officer Flanagan to Mrs. Mag
gle Flanagan, Erin Street.
Dear Maggie:
AS soon as you receive this, go down
to Mac and tell him the story as tell
you hear Tell him l was walkin my
beat, and I'd been afther seein Jimmy
Alverini about doin the right thing
for Mac on Monday, at the poles, when
1 seen a man hangin suspicious around
this house, which is Mr.. Wilson's, on
Ninety fifth. And, of coorSe, afther
chasin the man a mile or more, l lose
him, which was not my fault. So go
back to the Wilson house, and tell
them to be careful about closin up fer
the night, and while I'm standin in the
hail. with all the swells around me,
sparklin with jewels. the board of
health sends a man to lock us all in,
because the Jab that's been waiter has
took the smallpox and gone to the hos
pitle. l stood me ground. ! sez, sez l,
you cant shtOp an officer in pursute of
his duty. | rafuse to be shut in. Be
shure to tell Mac that.
So here I am, and like to be for a
month. Tell Mac there's four votes
shut up here, and l can get them for
him, if he can stop this monkey bus
mess.
Then go over to the Dago Church on
Webster Avenue and put a dollar in
Saint Anthony's box. He'll see me out
of this scrape, right enough. Do it at
once. Now remember go to Mac first:
maybe you can get the dollar from
him, and mind what you tell him.
Your husband.
Tim Flanagan.
From Me to Mother-Mrs. Theodore
McNair, Hotel Hamilton, Bermuda.
Dearest Mother:
/ hope you will get this before you
read the papers, and when you do read
them, you are not to get excited and
worried l am as well as can be, and
a great deal safer than ever remem-
ber to have been in my life. We are
quarantined, a lot of us, i'm Jim Will
sons house, because his irreproachable
Jap did a very reproachable thing
took smallpox. Now read on before
you get excited. His room has been
fumigated, and we have been vacci-
mated l am well and happy. l can't
be killed in a railway wreck or smash
ed when the car skids. Unless drown
myself in my bath, or jump through a
window, positively nothing can happen
to me. So gather up all your maternal
anxieties and cast them to the Bermu-
da sharks.
Anne Brown is here-see the papers
for list-and if she can not play pro-
priety, Jimmy's Aunt Selma can. In
fact, she doesn't play at il; she works.
have telephoned Lizette for some
clothes-enough for couple of weeks
although Dallas promises to get us out
sooner Now, dear, do go ahead and
havc a nice time, and on no account
come home You could only have the
carriage To stop in front of the house
and wave to me through a window.
Mother, | want YOU to do something
for me. You know who is down there
and-this is awfully delicate, Mumsy
but he's a nice boy, and | thought
liked him. | guess you know he has
been rather attentive. Now, | do like
him. Mumsy, but not the way thought
did, and l want .'ou to-very gently
of course-tO discourage him little
You know how | mean. He's a deal
boy, but | am So tired of people who
don't know anything hut horses and
motors.
And, oh, yes.-do YOU remember
girl named Lucille Mellon who was al
school with you in Rome? And that
she married a man named HARRISON
Well. her son is here. He builds rail-
roads and bridges and things and he
even built himself an automobile dowI
i'm South America, because he couldn't
afford to buy one. and burned wood il
il, Wood, Think of it!
I wired father in Chicag" for fear he
would come rushing home. The pic
ture i'm the Eaper of the face at th'
basement window is supposed t" he Mr.
Harrison. but of course it isn't any
more Ike him than mine is like me.
Anne Brown mislaid her pearl col
lar when she took it off last night, anC
has fused herself into a sick head
ache. She declares it was stolen!