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Show Helen Again. Manti March, la, 1832. Dear Joshua: You cannot tell how pleased I w as to receive yonr letter aud so ver unexpected too; I know Lottie will forgive yon. H was rer.d with pleasure, as I had just been contemplating contempla-ting death, by letting myself drop from our upstair window. You ask why? Now, I know you did not read the poetical poeti-cal conglomeration by J. A. S. Well, do not read it unless you want to g0 mad, mad, mad! and then what would I do? No Joshua. Had I not received your letter just in time, I am afraid The Sentinel would have had a fearful fear-ful tragedy to publish in the place of prosy poetry. Did you go and see the stereoptic exhibition, Saturday even, ing? I was all prepared to go, and went down to Lowry & Son's and bought me a pair of those lovely French kids to wear to the exhibition, and then yon did not como and get me. Really, Joshua, it is so dull now, I would do anything to break the monotony. A dog fight or anything. Have yon any idea who J. A. S. is? If you can learn who it is, tell him if he will turn to page 462 of the Practical Home Physician, Physi-cian, he will find a prescription for ingrowing toe nails, caused by having ones feeling's trod on. The other evening when the moon wi.s shining so beautifully, a crowd of bays and girls were having an open air concert on tho South ward bridge. It was lovely and you will likely Ask, how I know. tVhy for the simple Teason it is five long weeks since I saw yon, and Dick happened to call on me and the consequences were, a moonlight stroll. Be careful of yourself Joshua, and do not take to writing poems, for people whose minds run into poetical strains are very apt to receive a severe attack of cerebritis. Oh, dear! I am afraid I have got you into trouble for the other day when one of the seminary students called on me I let her read yonr letter and I am sure your life is in danger so be very careful how you write in the future. I feel and sympathize with the community, that it must suffer in consequence of my innocent letter to Lottie. No one seems to have taken offense e.cept J. A. S. It is rumored we are to have a pleasure resort at the Guunison reservoir and I heard Annie say that is the place she is going on her wedding trip. Did you hear about Mr. Bradford getting his foot hurt? and the first sympathetic word he heard was "spoiled the shoe, didn't it.' Manti is dead. There is no news whatever. The mining excitement seems to be over, with the exception of one lone man examining a cobble rock ia front of the bank bailding. No more at prsseut, but wiite soon dear Joshua, and cheer my lonely heart. Tra la la. Yours. Helen Cyclone. P. S. It's a large evening today when we all turn poets. |