Dere Mable - Love Letters of a Rookie by Edward Streeter
page 48 of 49 (97%)
page 48 of 49 (97%)
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I suppose he has joined the Home defence. Are you goin to have a
military weddin, Mable? Im kind of sorry for your father. If you have his liver on your hands dont blame me. You know the doctor said any kind of a shock would set him off a mile. An now, Mable, Im closin for the last time. It wont be no use runin to the door when you here the postman no more cause he wont have nothin but the gas bill. From now on the only way youll here from me is in the papers perhaps when we get over there. Now Im going to ask you a favor, Mable, for old times sake. Take the pictur I had taken pointin to the American flag an burn it up. You cant have that to show your friends no more an I aint goin to have no flat foot makin faces at it. I may be selfish, Mable, but a girl cant make a cake an eat it too as the old sayin is. [Illustration: "IT WONT BE NO USE RUNIN TO THE DOOR"] Give my best to your father an mother. Tell em I simpathize with them in there loss. Its no use ritin any more cause Im firm as the rock of Gibber Alter. Concrete. Thats me all over, Mable. as ever yours no longer Bill |
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