The Detroit times., 1913-02-17
LEAF SECOND.
A Love-Letter, Loaded.

| Iue very WOlst page III lnlS red
red devil--I'm glad I've written Il al
last-of book is the NTH. II says;
"Breakfast-one slice OF dry toast
one egg, fruit and a tablespoonful OF
baked cereal small cup OF coffee. no
sugar, no cream" And me with two
Jersey COWS full OF the richest cream
/ In Hillsboro. Harpeth Valley, out in
my pasture,
Dinner. one small lean chop, slice
OF toast, spinach. green beans and
! lettuce salad. No dessert or sweet
The bluegrass in my yard Is full oil
fat little fryers and | wish I were a
sheep II I have 10 eat lettuce and
spinach for grass At least I'd have
more than one chop inside Of me then
Supper--slice OF toast and an ap
pie. Why the apple? Why supper
al all?
oh. I'm hungry, hungry until | cry
In my sleep when | dream about a
muffin | thought AZ first that get
ting out OF bed before my eyes are
fairly open and turning myself into
a circus actor by doing every kind
or overland, foot, arm and leg con
tortion that the mind OF cruel man
could invent 10 torture human be
Ing with, would kill me before | had
been at II a week, but when | read
on page sixteen that as soon as all
that horror was over | must jump
right into the tub OF cold water,
kicked. metaphorieally speaking And
I've been kicking ever since, literally
ITO keep from freezing.
But as cruel a death as freezing Is
7 Il doesn't compare 70 the tortures OF
being melted Judy administers IL 70
me and her faithful heart is so wrune
with compassion that she perspires
almost as much as | do. She wrings
a linen sheet out In a caldron OF boil
ing water and shrouds me in IL for
i the agony-and then more and more
I blanket windings envelop me until
am like the mummy or some Egyp
tian giantess. ! have ice on the back
OF my neck and my forehead. and
murder for the whole world in my
heart. Once ! got so discouraged al
/ the idea OF having. all THIS hades in
/ this life that | mingled tears with
the beads OF perspiration that rolled
down my cheeks and she snatChed
me out OF those steaming gFare-eleths
I
soused me In tub OF cold water. fed
me chicken wing and a hot biscuit
and the information that was good
looking enough for anybody 20 eat NJ
alive without all this foolishness,' al
in very few seconds. Now ] have
10 beg her TO help me and 7 heard
her tell her nephew. who does the
gardening. that she felt like an un
dertaker with such goings-on. A
any rate. II IL all kills me II won't be
my fault II anybody has to lie in say
ing that | was beautiful In death"
/ But now that more than a month
has passed. really don't mind 1t Sc
much. feel so good and strong anc
lprancy all the time that | can't keel
( from bubbling. | have to smile Al
I myself
Then another thing that helps Is
Billy and his ball. never could real
7 " play with him before, but now
can't help il. But an awful thing
happened about that yesterday We
were in the garden playing over Ivy
Z the lilac bushes and Billy always
beats me because when he runs &c
base he throws himself down and
slides along the grams on his little
stomach as he sees the real players
Z do over at the ball grounds Their
/ all OF sudden. before ! knew II.
just did the same thing. and we slid
I 70 the flower pot we use as a base
together. each on his own stomach
And what did Billy do but begin riga
there on the grass the kind of tus