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Show iS PoUiC ill A HUH I Love Rote Written by Girl la 1823 Dlscorcrcd In Tearing Dqttq OIJ Buildinj. CLEVELAND. O., Nov. 10. Love laughs at locksmiths, and sometimes at more weighty things and people. While workmen were tearing away partitions and otherwise disrupting ths interior of the old G. A. R. Memorial hall on Superior street, up In the high, long attic of the place wu found a bun. die. It was old and yellow. The package had been in that Identical shape since 1840. It was wrapped when quarrels were rife with Mexico and wlen the grandparents of the present, race wore stocks and crinoline. ' Carefully the parcel was unwrapped and its contents disclosed. Most of the papers were old church letters; There was one little bit of life transplanted trans-planted from the days before the war. It was a love letter. . Delicately tinted one time It Is faded now written In dainty characters of the quaint old-fashioned angled script. It bore a loving message from a sweetheart. sweet-heart. It was dated 1823, to September. It reads; "In Cleveland. "To Master Henry AUicott. Sir: With ; esteem I received your cherished epistle. Not that my father would perceive our affection, but that we may. be private, I recommend that we meet by the second bend above the warehouse. My parent took our boat there today and will not know if it is missing. . "Recall that I must be at horns at evening, and I may say that I have been visiting. Is It wrong to tell untruths? . "Bring the little book and we may read while we are on the water. I saw Prissy yesterday and she Inquired If you were well. I have not asked her to the party.. Faithfully, with trust. "HELEN." ' That was all the letter. It Is not such as. modern maidens write, but all the concomitants' were there. Her father objected. But the little touch of jealousy, jeal-ousy, the tryst and all the rest of love's artifices are in the old, old faded letter. How It got among, the dry church manuscripts no one knows. |