Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1913-10-09

plain, anu worry
much q Quaker lady but like her
immensely, for she leaves me 30 much
alone.
To-day am curled up in one OF
the big wicker chairs at the Casino.
tramping along, or being pushed IN
those queer chairs-for all the world
like a colony Of ants moving to
new hill.
"And then. dad, there's the sea-not
blue like the books always have 1t.
but an angry, foaming. grey-green sea,
rolling its great waves up on the
beach where they break and thunder
at our feet. Tomorrow 1t may be
calm enough, but today 1t suits my
mood. and I love it.
"The orchestra is playing the "Trau-
merei"-oh, dad. those days IN Flor
ence come back and dream such
dear idle dreams!
you will come to me, soon. dad
dear, for I'm desperately lonely With
out you. Ted can manage the ranch
for little while
"Give my love to Ted, and to every
body, but keep for yourself the dear.
est love Of your girl, Jean"
brighton Casino, Atlantic City.
March II. 19-. MY Own Dad: Thank
you for your good, breezy. loving let
ter; I could almost imagine myself
home again The days have gone by
somehow and shall look for you be-
fore long-dont disappoint me!
IF only the old sorrow would bury
itself deep down in the sand ] might
fpr6mfse to come home happJ and
care-free again. but 1t wont leave me,
dad. II you knew how I've tried to
be glad that I sent him away!
'T sit here morning after morning
and watch the ships far out on the
horizon-line, and long to be on one OF
them sailing away to Italy-and
Ralph. What II he Is doing his duty.
what II I did send him away, he Is as
truly mine-no, no, dad, he isn't I'm
all wrong! It Is seeing 30 many hap
py people that makes my loneliness
unbearabie. BY now he is married
to that little girl in Italy, hope
she'll love him lots
There dear, forgive me, would
not pain you. you, who, are 30 patient
with me! Soon I will be home and I
Will try harder to be brave. Heaven
knows you need all the sunshine can
give you! Don't think me ungratefuL
but love me, dad, for you're all the
world to your own girl, JEAN"
Up. g Kiss Ted for me, he's the
dearest sort Of brother!"
Hotel Brighton, Atlantic City,
March 15, 80. Dad Dear: Some
thing has happened! After all the
dark days I am to be happy, dad. do
you hear me? Happy! I was sitting
tn the Casino yesterday morning with
my back turned to the crowd when
heard a woman's voice say: There he
is, now, isn't he interesting looking"
I did not turn around but some one
drew q chair near mine and sat down
to read. l read long while, until the
place was quite deserted except for
this stranger who had his back to me-
Suddenly, he throw down his book,
walked over to the window and began
to speak, evidently supposing himself
quite alone. At the first sound Of his
voice l kept very still in my chair.
What will It all come to?' I heard
him say. 7 have done all could.
but even for her dear sake I cannot
marry another woman. In Heavens
name why should 1? It would all be
damnable lie from beginning to end.
there would be no peace here nor
hereafter. All, Jean, Jean, II had
never looked into your great, soulful
eyes, If my arms had never held you
close, 1t might have been, but now
never! You said you would not marry
a man who had idly won another
womans' heart. You meant to do
right, little girl. but you did not know
how despicably deceitful she was. and
I can never tell you
TT was then that my purse dropped
loudly to the floor. With an angry
exclamation he stopped to pick 1t up
for me, not looking at my face, but as
he handed it to me, held his hand
fast and oh. dad. II you'd saen his