Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 January 1910 — DIFFICULT LOVE LETTERS. [ARTICLE]

DIFFICULT LOVE LETTERS.

Bone People Hake Extremely Hard Hard Work of Them. The maid had burned her hand, and the daughter of the house, a young girl in her earliest teens, was writing a letter at her dictation. She was glad to do bo, both because she was naturally obliging, and because the letter was to Bridget’s Patrick. To be personally concerned in the compo3ion of a love letter seemed to her extremely interesting and exciting. The letter, as dictated, did not, however, meet her expectations. It was a tame chronicle of petty news, ahd even at that Bridget wrung each sentence, with long pauses and exhausted sighs, from a painfully reluctant brain. Half-way down the first page she glanced over the shoulder of hexyoung amanuensis. “It’s doing fine ye are,” she at nounced, gratefully, “and most to the end, now, Miss Gertrude. Sure, Patrick should be pleased.” “But, Bridget,’’ protested Miss Gertrude, in dismay, "you’ve hardly told him anything at all, and they’re things that don’t matter, anyway—-and—well, he’r your sweetheart, isn’t he? And there isn’t a single word to show you’re fond of him!” Bridget settled back wearily to re sume her mental labors, and then brightened. “Sure, Miss Gertrude, dear,” she wheedled, “just sprinkle in the love to your suit.” 1 - Miss Gertrude did so, and it-Is to be hoped -that it. suited Patrick also. But she considered her first experience with lovers outside of storybooks distinctly disappointing.

Bvm less ardent in overcoming the difficulties of composition was the negro who, as a writer In the Atlanta Constitution relates, asked hie “boss,” Colonel Kerger, to write a letter for him to his sweetheart. “All right, Sam, I’ll do it,” agreed the colonel. “Has yer got de paper and de ink and de pen ready, sah?” “Yes, Sam, go ahead.” “Write Thompson Street, New York.” “All right.”' “Has yer got hit written?” “Yes.” “All o-b hit?” “Certainly.” “What has yer got written? Read it to me, boss.” “Thompson Street, New York.” “Dat’s right. Now write May de fourteen*.” “Yes.” “Has yer got it down, boss, already?” “Yea” “G’way, boss, You’re jokin’! Read it to me.” “May 14th.” “Mah goodness, you has got hit down' all right! Now, boss, read hit all over from de berry beginning.” ‘‘Thompson Street, New York, May 14th." “Dat’s right. Whew! Say, boss, let’s res’ a While; I’s tired. My head aches like hit was gwineter split.”