The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1913-09-03

Aunt Helen is ~
very still, very
plain, and very ! ~
much Quaker lady but like her
| immensely, for she leaves me 50 much
alone
To-day I am curled up In one oi
the biz wicker chairs at the Casino,
tramping along, or being pushed in
those queer chairs--for AL the world
Ike d colony Of ants moving to a
new hill
And then, dad there's the sea-not
blue like the books always have IT,,
but an angry, foaming, grey-gTeen sea,
rolling its great waves up on the
beach where they break and thunder
ct our feet. Tomorrow It may be
calm enough. but today It suits my
mood. and love it
"The orchestra is playing the "Trau-
merei" oh dad, those days in Flor
enee 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, 1g-. My Own Dad: Thank
you for your good. breezy, loving let
ter: could almost imagine myself
home again. The days have gone by
somehow and I shall look for you be-
fore long-dont dlsappoint me-
IF only the old sorrow would bury
itself deep down in the sand | might
promise to come home happy and
care-free again. but 1t won't leave me,
dad II you knew how I've tried to
be glad that | sent him away
q 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
Ralpl. What II he is doing his duty
what if / did send him away he is as
truly mine-no. no. dad. he isn't, I'm
an wrongl tt is seeing so many hap
py people that makes my loneliness
unbearable, BY now he is married
to that little girl in Italy-I hops
/ she'll love him lots.
There dear, forgive me, / would
not pam you you, who. are SO patient
with me! Soon | will be home and
will try harder to be brave HEAVIER
knows you need all the sunshine car
give youl Don't th ik me ungrateful
but love me. dad, for you're all th'
world to your own girl, Jean"
"P. S. Kiss Ted for me, he's thu
dearest sort Of brother!"
Hotel Brighton, Atlantic City
March 15. 19--. Dad Dear: Some
thing has happened! After all thu
dark DAYS / am to be happy, dad ds
you hear me? Happy! / was sitting
in the Casino Yesterday morning witt
my back turned TO the crowd when
heard woman's voice say There HI
is, now. isn't he interesting looking
| did net turn around but some on
drew a chair near mine and sat dow
to read. / read a long while until th'
place was quite deserted except TO
this stranger who had his back to me
Suddenly, he throw down his book
walked over to the window and begai
4 TO speak. evidently sunposing himsel
quite alone. At the first sound Of hi
voice kept very still in my chair
What will It all come to-? | hear
him say. i have done all / coulo
but even for her dear sake / canno
marry another woman. In Heaven
name why should 1? It would all b
/ a damnable lie from beginning to ens
there would be no peace here no
hereafter All, Jean, Jean, if I ha
never looked into your great, sonlfu
eyes, if my arms had never held 70
close, 1t might have been, but now
neyerl You said you would not MARI
man who had idly won anothe
womans heart You meant to d
e right. little girl. but you did not kno'
how despicably deceitfui she was, an
1 can never tell you.
4 1T was then that my purse droppe
loudly to the floor With an angr
exclamation he stopped to pick it u
for me. not looking at my face, but g
i he handed it to me. | held his han
d fast aud oh. dad. If you'd seen HI
I. eyes when he looked and saw it va
# L lie started to take me in his arm
but, remembering our parting,
Strengthened himself up and begge
my pardon. said he supposed I kne
he had not done what I sent him /
do. and then said he would leave.
q couldn't stand that. dad so | iu
asked him Il he hadn't been ava
, long enoughyou can guess what h
answer wasl
z p s You should see Aunt Heller
: She does not yet believe Ralph
Is ANYTHING more than a boardwalk a
c. qaaintanee. and We have such II
u with her Won't It be gloriona uhe
you come and tell her aiIg Jean.
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