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ou're the only one I ever Really cared for! And you'll still be hanging there When we're both the worse for wear, And the silver's on my hair And off your backing; Yet my faith shall never pass In my dear old shaving-glass, Till my face and yours, alas! Both are lacking! HER LAST LETTER BEING A REPLY TO "HIS ANSWER" June 4th! Do you know what that date means? June 4th! By this air and these pines! Well,--only you know how I hate scenes,-- These might be my very last lines! For perhaps, sir, you'll kindly remember-- If some OTHER things you've forgot-- That you last wrote the 4th of DECEMBER,-- Just six months ago I--from this spot; From this spot, that you said was "the fairest For once being held in my thought." Now, really I call that the barest Of--well, I won't say what I ought! For here I am back from my "riches," My "triumphs," my "tours," and all that; And YOU'RE not to be found in the ditches Or temples of Poverty Flat! From Paris we went for the season To London, when pa wired, "Stop." Mama says "his HEALTH" was the reason. (I've heard that some things took a "drop.") But she said if my patience I'd summon I could go back with him to the Flat-- Perhaps I was thinking of some one Who of me--well--was not thinking THAT! Of course you will SAY that I "never Replied to the letter you wrote." That is just like a man! But, however, I read it--or how could I quote? And as to the stories you've heard (No, Don't tell me you haven't--I know!), You'll not believe one blessed word, Joe; But just whence they came, let them go! And they came from Sade Lotski of Yolo, Whose father sold clothes on the Bar-- You called him Job-lotski, you know, Joe, And the boys said HER value was par. Well, we met her in Paris--just flaring With diamonds, and lost in a hat And she asked me "how Joseph was faring In his love-suit on Poverty Flat!" She thought it would shame me! I met her With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop; And I said that your "love-suit fared better Than any suit out of THEIR shop!" And I didn't blush THEN--as I'm doing To find myself here,
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