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The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
Contributed by L. NJ. G.

My Dearest Marie-For some time
past / have been trying TO muster the
courage to have a serious talk with
you, but somehow or other you always
manage TO prevent 1t. / really do not
know whether the fault is mine or
yours. Be that as it may. j have de-
termined to relieve my mind by letter.
Whether you tear 1t up in disgust or
preserve it as a memento for the future
will not alter the DEGREES of fate
Marie. / am in lovei and you are
the cruel she that has taken my heart
captive. l know you will smile at my
ridiculous confession, but it is, never
theless, true as love can be; and you,
the most generous of your sex, will
pardon me for the manner in which
have disclosed my secret. Now, Ma
RE, don't laugh at me. but when a man
is really and truly in love, he has a
certain feeling of suspicion. notwith-
standing he may know that little
heart is amusing herself.
Dearest, when we meet again, look
upon me as your trusted lover Low
ingly yours, ARTHUR.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

street and away from the forbidding
house. AS she was passing the wrought
iron gates of the SAKE house she col
1ided with a woman. With a startled
grasp she clutched the baby and the
suit case tighter. Then she realized
that her hasty recoil had upset one of
the toddlers. She was fat on the side
walk crying. But the woman-she was
a tall woman of simple elegance of
style-stooped and lifted the child and
soothed her tenderly. When this was
accomplished she looked more closely
at Clarissa.
"why, it's Clarissa Hill. my old
schoolmatei" she exclaimed. "Clarfs-
sa. wherever are you going with all
these babies?"
Clarissa told her where she had
been going. and the judges wife lis
tened UNDERSTANDABLE. why, how
fortunate for mel" she cried In her
rich voice. Your cousins loss is my
gain. Clarissa, you must come in and
make me a visit. / shan't allow you
to say no."
So, before she knew It, Clarissa was
inside the great house, eased of both
baby and satchel. for her hostess was
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

crossed and paused, trembling and out
of breath. Then she discovered that
she was weak and faint from hunger.
Well down under the potatoes in her
basket was a sandwich. She always
carried a lunch now. She could not
spend time In the middle of the day
nor carfare to go back to her home.
She would seek quiet spot some
where and eat the food. But where?
There was no public park and no va
cant lots. Everywhere she saw ele-
CANT homes. No, on the left was one
rather different. Grass, weeds and
trees almost hid the little cottage. All
about the place was stiffness. and be-
cause of the unimproved state OF the
frontage it seemed abandoned. The
street had been graded down a foot or
more and the other homes had con-
crete retaining walls and imposing
steps. This one little place had mel
Their; the approach was simply path
way cut in the SOIL There was a tree
near the step. Sareta was glad. Sure
ly she would be doing no wrong to go
inside and sit under the tree.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

She wished she had some other kind
of work to do. A stay-at-home job
would be best. She looked approving
ly at her hands. Supple and strong.
Work? Yes, indeed! Back home in
bygone days she had prided herself on
her garden work. Her flower beds had
been the prettiest In the neighborhood.
Her bouquets had won her first prize
at the yearly fairs. Hers were far
prettier than those of Elmira, her best
friend. who herself had said So
How long ago that was! Sareta had
come west; Elmira had moved out of
the old neighborhood. Both were very
busy; letters became less frequent,
and presently the friends had drifted
completely apart No letters and no
talking. A half smile came to Sareta' s
tired countenance. Somewhere Elmira
was talking, for she could talk! She
had won first place in the lyceum de-
bates. Sareta sighed. Oh. for that
same gift of CAB to sell slicers!
She had reached crossing and was
passing to the next block. An auto-car
sounded behind her. Sareta speedily
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
By Elsie Endicott

grass cut out the place would have a
presentable appearance. She looked
at the land and eyed speculatively the
vegetables in her basket. If she owned
1T she wouldn't slice potatoes. she'd
plant and grow themi
Her pleasant day dream was abrupt
ly ended. A woman was coming up
the path. She walked with the sure
step of ownership, Sareta noticed, and,
looking with considerable personal in
terest at the woman's face, her eyes
widened with amazed surprise, then
lighted with happy recognition. She
sprang up, overtuFning the basket.
You're coming home-here, Elmi-
ra," she gasped out. then laughed jerk
lily, for the woman's attention was CEN
tered upon the scattered contents Of
the basket.
Whatever" a mildly astonished
voice began. but that laugh caused her
to look up TO the expectant face of the
intruder. "Saretai-It is?"
Presently Elmira's notice went back
to the basket. What does that scrap
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

of Henry's apprehension that Annabel
might not want to see her, Annabel.
she knew, lived In a very nice way. in
deed Once she had passed the house
in which Annabel lived. Henry had
pointed it out to her. fright next
door to Judge SAKE. You used to know
his wife" Clarissa had known Mrs.
SAKE when she was Julia Foster. She
remembered that fact now as she
entered Park place. The SAKE house
awed her by its size and elegance.
Somehow the sight of 1t gave her more
courage to mount the steps of Anna
bePs lesser mansion and ring the bell.
A colored maid opened the door.
Isis Mrs. Barstow at homer"
Clarissa asked. =
Nom. She's gone In the cab"
When do you-when will she be
back?"
The baby was restless, so Clarissa
had to put down the valise to manage
him She was beginning to feel very
unhappy.
"Oh, she won't be back befor' tomor-
rah. She's gone to the city" returned
the maid
ooh" said Clarissa- She swallowed
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

A secluded nook was particularly de-
sirable at her lunch time. The sand
witch was dry eating. but there were
the raw potato slices to help out Po-
tatoes were necessary to show the va
rious uses of the slicer. To do this
satisfactorily good grade should be
used Sareta could not afford to waste
them entirely. and In economizing she
had learned to eat the slices raw with
her noon bread. and she preferred to
eat them where no one would be near
and discern the fact
Sareta sat down and gazed around.
What interesting trees! She had been
in the southwest a short time. but she
knew that this tree with the filmy
LEAKAGE under which she sat was
pepper and its use was merely orna-
mental. The next was an orange, but
the one beyond 1t, with the big leaves,
might be either shade tree or fruit
bearer. What a honey place IL was
when one looked at it closely.
II there were q retaining wall and
concrete steps at the front. she OBJ
served mentally. and the tangle of
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

by show mean?"
ut ought to mean orders" Sareta's
joyous face clouded, but she picked up
the slicer and her accustomed fingers
slid potato this way and that over
it. exhibiting the use of the 5licer.
You come into the house this mir
ute, Sareta, and have a cup of good
hot tea. After that you so straigh
back TO your room and pack your
trunk and have it sent homeLoG
here"
Elmira's tone was DELIGHTFULLY."- a,
thoritatiye. You're TO keep hausp
and. IL you wan TO. you can mas
garden as you used TO do. I'M tired cf
going out to days work neysr
thought of doing canvassiag."
She picked UP the G!.css AID tereed
it over with confident anticipation, ~
is good article. ] can sell ID. The.
are miles OF selling terri CRY aroure!
here. After we've paid for 'he cot.
crete wall and steps I'm ~ arkir. r.
I'll keep on selling some. .'lg ard We
be comfy here. at bore"
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

sidewalks. spacious homes and preten-
tious bungalows, with neat lawns and
palms! Sareta appraisingly viewed
the evidences of prosperity. then
glanced down at the shiny potato
slicers In her basket.
Her lips Quivered. Not an order had
she obtained, and the forenoon was far
spent! Sareta turned questionfngly to-
ward the nearest houses. then halted
In discouraged indecision. Which one
should she apply to next? But why
bother about so small difference: the
result would be the samei They had a
potato slicer, or they didn't need one,
or they bought things downtown. OF
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
to anyone about It.

nothing to anyone about IT.
The next morning mother was miss
ing. In anxiety and alarm they search
ed in vain for her and wondered where
she had wandered. but when John sud
denly discovered that the key to the
old house was missing. too. they sud
denly understood and followed mother
They motored down the quiet coun-
try lane through the rustling, fallen
autumn leaves. and stopped before the
weather-beaten old house and looked
fearfully about The gate leaned open,
sagging upon its broken hinge Yes,
mother had gone home. Through the
tall. thin summer grass. still unknown,
they could trace her steps through the
morning dew; and straight into the
neglected old weed-grown garden they
followed her tracks.
Beside her favorite rose bush they
found a few faded and fallen petals on
the grass where mother had gathered
the last withered rose; and then again
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

saw mother-saw Ter sitting there "a
her old arm chair before The cold sI.il
empty fireplace, her N.cii-worn old ri
bic wide open upon he. lap; aud Ia lar
hand she still elunS tc tho last with
cred rose she had gathered frol. hrr
garden. Its last fsw Faded poiaii iaI
fallen and lay shattered ever INC y 90.
from which mother hsd read
IN NY FATr.ER 5 HOUSE. ~, !:
MANY MANSIONS
While upon her wrirklcd old facs t.t,
rested a smile Ct swee co1tcrj--ivg
mother surely Led entered h44rd
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

fishing and clinging closer to the old
home as age crept upon her. Mary had
written and urged mother many times
to come and make L>r home with them
in the West, and John, her first born.
now a prosperous physician in the
nearby city, had offered. almost in
sistingIy. that mother should come and
live with him, but mother only shook
her head and denied them both-just
yet.
Then, one day as mothers hair had
grown whittier and her faltering steps
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
Love Letters That Have Made Good

that my people have hurt so deeply, SO
piercingly. Yet, through all / have
been conscious that / will never cease
to love you and that to feel but once
your arms of forgiveness and rever-
ence would willingly give up my life.
Oh, my organist, my organist! Is
there in all the world a grief more
great, more sad than estrangement
such as this? Can you ever doubt me
in my sincerity with you and in my
deepest Joy, which can only be possi-
BILE through your happiness?
All my life had been living but for
the supreme coming of your presence
into my world; when / saw you knew
my destiny had been sealed for all
time. Think, think, my organist, OF
these FIVE years that have passed. Can
you doubt me? All, can you, dearest
man of my life? My love for you has
been higher and stranger than all 9TH
er powers within me might influence.
am powerless to blame you, p. G.,
for my love is above all other things,
the highest, the squarest. You, Philip,
have been to me the greatest strength
and joy of my life. What music is to
the great artist you have been to my
life
Your arrows have pierced deep my
heart, my life, yet what could L not
forgive and forget for you. my organ
list? You have tried so hard to give
me happiness and yet only the supreme
joy of being yours before all the world
could suffice, P. G. For my suffeffr-
ing, my love, could only be understood
by a woman who deeply loves, yet may
not give, dearest man.
All, Phil, Phil, my only love, you
have stood the great test of a woman's
unasked yet expressed devotion and
faith / see In your eyes a strength Of
soul, of character which enters my
own to carry me through all the future
days with faith in all gentlemen such
as you have been to me. my organfst.
There are so many days now when
may hear your music. when I may be
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

he old house with its
low, wide spreading
wings made you
think of a mother
bird brooding over
her nest. But the
nest was empty
now-the nestlings
had fed and only
mother was LETT
there alone. cher
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

hard to make my breaking heart be-
lieve II ia the right thing. But. oh.
boy, IL Is hard!
To think OF you being forced into q
loveless MARRIAGE! The girl must not
love you, cannot; for in love the su-
preme thought Is to make the loved
one happy.
I forgave you, my boy. for not tell
ing me before our wonderful hour
But, oh, lad, how / wish it had hap
pened before had learned to love you
so: before you became such a part of
mel
Dear, look up to you and honor you
for not disgracing your fiance.
Oh, how hard it is to mention heri
dream OF Ler at night and In the dream
II see her suddenly change and in her
stead see myself. My heart cries out
in all its agony. that she is taking that
which does not belong to her. For.
hoy. you are mine and am yours for
ever. no matter what the odds.
Perhaps in some future day 1t will
be so that we can proclaim our love
10 God and the world.
oh. lad. l will wait for you till the
end of time If there is such thing
AS the union of lost souls in heaven.
there we will meet
Your and yours alone. ALICIA
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
Contributed by L. j. b.

My Dearest Louis-I am writing
these few lines to tell you how lonely
i am since lost my darling love; how
/ wish you would come back to me.
Life is SO sad without you; my heart
aches with pain since you have gone
and left me in this lonely world. for
am so lonesome. hope and pray that
you will come back soon. Good-by for
this time. HATTIE
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

worthy of this wonderful happIness
that has been given US. It is very late
now, dear, and so / will try to sleep
again. Has any woman ever loved g.
before? 1t seems impossible
Good night and God keep and bless
you. VIRGINIA.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
Contributed by H. X. s. i.

Dick Dear-I cannot sleep after
what happened this evening. I have
loved you for, oh, SO long. and now
that you have unsea1ed my lips, my
joy is almost too great to bear. Life
and the future are no longer 70 be
feared. and already I feel a better
woman for the knowledge that we are
to share them I pray that I am
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
IN Arifni roag,.r.

Yes said the cend.pat@ n raus:
admit that whcn those ioodlums 40 Sa
at Podunk tried to argue a.tb ne
lodged the issue"
Why did you do tsnt2" pae-ie {
the campaign manager.
Because" explained tbs cardi ate
they tried to argue NH ss5s
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
ARETA.s knees trem-

.RETA'S knees trem-
bled under her. She
was tired QUIT She
cast a worried. in
vestigating look at
her surroundings.
This was an unex-
plored new suburb
of the city. 1t had
recently p a " 9 d
q tire e [ 8, concrete
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

That last evening meant so much TO
me; yet no lords can express my
deepest love. The moments are as
hours to me, dear heart, and life has
apparently ended without you. know
you love another, although I love you
with all my heart.
Never mind about me, dear boy, /
will not see you again to mar the
sweet bliss of new happiness which has
come to you. My heart seems break
ing in longing for you. wish you and
your new little love you have chosen
the very best that life offers.
May He who clothes the lilies
And marks the sparrow's fall,
Protect and save you, darling,
And guide you safe through all"
/ will live from now on In memories
of the past, the happiness that has
meant so much to me in those three
years of our close acquaintance 1
can never forget the bond. Well, dear
est, my ideal. my lost love, my darling,
those days are gone.
Goodby; this is the last letter /
shall write you. We must not see
each other. but if God wills, we shall
meet again in that beautiful home be-
yond the skies. I'VE will know each
other there" There love will bid US
meet again. Yours faithfully forever.
DAISY.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
LARIsSA b.

.ARISSA had not
seen her cousin An
mabel in years until
that golden fall
morning when the
Barstows' new tour
ing car flashed up
to the farmhouse
door and stopped.
II was Saturday and
Clarissa was at her
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
Contributed by n. s.

Dearest jack am writing to you
with the expectation that when you
read this letter you will feel the same
as you did before our quarrel.
Although it is only two weeks since
1 last saw you, it seems almost a life
time. Do you remember that night
not long ago when we were sitting to-
gether on a settee? The stars shining
above US and the moon looking down
on US, and when you placed your arms
around me and the pressing of those
tender lips. I can feel them yet You
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
Contributed by c. ID. V.

NY Precious HusDand-Just as pre-
cious as when. 10 years ago, you
brought me to your home, radiant1y
hs upy bride. Ali Douglas. I wonder
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
Contributed by s. #.

ling, how I have longed for you since
last - - Nked into each others eyes.
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16


Good-by, My Organist. Good-by. oh,
Phil, My Destiny!-For as have loved
you with every breath of my soul. my
life. so now do I renounce you for all
time. For your happiness I would
gladly, willingly give up my life.
What a force love is in our lives,
dear man: what wonderful power. To
think that I have cared for you all
these many months as I shall always
love you, honor you. dear man, and yet
there be no answering call to my
souls destiny" through your love, my
organist!
You are, on the surface, cold and
passionless. p. G., and yet through my
love / have looked deep into your
heart, your soul and I see the noble,
the true self which you are. dear
Philip.
All, my organist. my organist; am
glad, glad to love you unasked, and
shall honor your name always In my
heart of hearts. Because Of my great
devotion, my great and pure love for
you, / shall always know you to be
worthy of all that 1 may not be to
you.
How. how my people have tried to
turn me from you. All, Cod 1t is all
a black and dreadful nightmare to me
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16

told me how much you loved me and
fiattered me with those tender words.
81 will make you my loving little wife. "
And today as / sit at my window
suffering with broken heart, ] see
you passing by with another grl.
You know I loved you, and why did
you not come back to me? How long
once more to be inclosed in your loving
arms and have you repeat In truth
once more those words, Il Will make
you my loving little wife,"
Dear Jack, while there's life there's
hope"
will close with all the love in the
world. From your faithful old sweet
heart. SUNSHINE
The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-06-16
Contributed by ". 8.

EAR LAD--Oh, how
i long for you!
Since we parted the
light of my life has
been snuffed out 1t
does not seem pos
sible that in one
short hour two lives
could be SO chang
ed. wrecked.
L ann afruCaling
The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1918-01-01

town of Ferrell is also flooded,
number of families being forced
from their homes.
The dixie from Cosmos Landing
to Mission Point which broke last
spring and a large portion of
which was carried away at that
time had been repaired during the
summer but this too, was
preached again by the flood. 1t
broke in two places, one along
the ditch near the entrance to
Hells Gulch and also next to the
high land near Mission Point and
the whole tract enclosed within
the dixie is now several feet un-
der water.
The water in Occur d'Alene lake
is several feet lower than it was
last spring and it is thought that
the river here will go down rap
Idly, and it has already fallen
considerable. The St. Maries
Lumber company expects to re-
sumo operations within few
days and has notified its men to
be ready to resume work We'd
nesday but it will be some time
under the most favorable cOndi-
tions before the Milwaukee Lum-
ber company's plant can start
again.
The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1918-01-01
LARGE SUM RECEIVED
FROM LAND SALES

The state received S244,974.7i.
in cash from state lands sold
during the year 1917, this
amount being but the initial pay
ment on the land i'm most in
stances. This fact is brought
out in a report filed with the land
board Wednesday by Land Com
missioner I A. Smoot. The board
received it and authorized that it
be checked The commissioners
also authorized the execution Of
a quit claim deed to convey the
King Hill project to the federal
government.
The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1918-01-01
BENEFIT DANCES ARE
WELL ATTENDED

The dance given by the Auc-
tion Bridge Cub last evening was
one of the biggest events of the
season. A very large crowd was
in attendance, both halls, the
Grand and the Hemingway be-
ing we'll filed. The music at
both places was excellent. The
proceeds go to the Red Cross and
the Armenian relief fund.
The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1918-01-01

present and music and dancing
was the order for the evening
Refreshments were served.
Those present were the Misses
Ethel Smith, Olive Alcorn, Mil
dred Boutwell,, Gladys Putnam,
Alma Mutch, Elda Wright, Ella
Ellis, Lura ELS, Erma Warren and
Messrs. Earl Hunt, Maurice
Johnson, Russell Pinch, Sam
Mclaughlin, Daniel Hawk, VIM.
Mulroney, Howard Kimmel, Clief
Dunson, Harry Johnsin, Robert
Lindquist and Ira Warren.