(She.)
“Dear Henry: I
have spent my all,
So I will have to
leave
Here and return to
the town, if I
Don’t a check soon
receive.
The hotel’s rather
dull just now,
Not many people
here;
So if you’re
anxious for me there
Please send the check,
my dear.”
(He.)
“Dear Mabel: I
have paid for coal,
And many things
like that;
And though I want
to see you much,
My pocketbook is
flat.
If you could stay
another week,
Until I get my
pay,
I then will
forward you the check
Without a tick’s
delay.”
(She, arriving)
“You had some
other reasons, sir,
For wishing me to
stay;
And when I got
that note of yours,
I hurried right away.
Why is it, sir,
you wished to keep
Me in the country,
speak?
Why is it, sir,
you wished to be
Alone another
week?
Then Henry looked
her o’er and o’er,
With love-light in
his eyes,
And said, “Why
dear, I knew you’d come
This isn’t a
surprise.
If I had sent the
money, dear,
You would have
stayed and stayed;
The only way to
get you home
Was play the game
I played!”
Aug. 11, 1910
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