The Canon City record with which is consolidated the Canon City cannon., 1913-05-22
Continued FromlLast Week
LEAF SEVENTH.
Dashed!

! have suffered this day until l want
to lay my face down against the hem
OF His garment and wait in the dust
for Him TO pick me up. | shall never
be able to do it myself. and how He's
going TO do Il I can't see, but He Will
That dinner-party last night was
bad enough. but today's been worse.
i didn't sleep until long after daylight
and then Judy came in before eight
O'Clock with a letter for me that
looked like a state document. l felt
in my tremble bones that it was some
sort of summons affair from Judge
Wade: and 1t was. looked into
the first paragraph and then decided
that l had better get up and dress
and have a cup OF coffee and single
egg before tried to read 1t.
Incidental to my bath and dressing.
i weighed and found that l had lost
all four OF those last surplus pounds
and two more In three days. Those
two extra pounds might get construed
to prove love. but exactly on whom
was not prepared to say. l didn't
even enjoy the thinness. but took a
kind OF already married look in my
glass and tried to slip the egg past
my bored lips and get myself to chew
II down. 1t was work; and then 1
took up the judges letter. which also
was work and more OF II.
He started in at the beginning Of
everything. that is at the beginning OF
the tuberculosis girl and 1 cried over
the pages OF her as II she had been
my own sister. At the tenth page we
buried her and took up Alfred and
/ must say ! saw a new Alfred In
the judges boquet-strewn apprecia-
ton of him. but I didn't want him as
bad as l had the day before when
read his own new and old letters.
and cried over his old photographs. |
suppose that was the result of some
of what the Judge manages the juries
with. He'd be apt to use 1t on a
woman and she wouldI't find out
about It until 1t was too late to oe
anything but mad. Still when he be-
gan on me at page sixteen / felt a
little better. though | didn't know
myself any better than | did Alfred
when got to page twenty.
What | am. is just a poor foolish
woman. who has a lot more heart
than she can manage with the amount
of brains she got with 1t at birth. lin
not any star in a rose-colored sky.
and don't want to inspire anybody;
it's too much of a job. want to lie
a healthy happy woman and a wife 20
a man who can inspire himself and
manage me. I want to harry thin
man and have from five to ten thin
children. and when get to be thirty
want my husband to want me to
be as fat as Aunt Bette. but not let
me An inspiration couldn't be fat
and I'm always in danger from hot
mullins and chicken gravy. However.
IL should undertake to be all the
things Judge Wade said in that letter
he wanted me to be to him. | should
soon be skin and bones from mental
aud physical exercise Still, he does
live in Hillsboro and won't let my
self know how my heart aches at the
thought OF leaving my homeland 9TH
er things. It's up in my throat and
seem always to be swallowing It.
the last few days.
All the men who write me letters
seem to get themselves wound up in
10 skyrocket and the let themselves
explode in the last paragraph and 1t
always upsets my nerves. | was just
about TO begin to cry again over the
last words OF the Judge when the only
bright spot In the day so far suddenly