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"LITTLE HONEY POT" SOON LOST SWEETNESS
GUSTY LOVE NOTES IN SUIT
New York, Feb. 21. Equatorial I ing lips. If you will be my little wife
there will be no happier couple m the
world. I will cherish you like a dear
pearl. ,
Next reading, near storm center,
winds variable:
"You little devil! How could you
rob me of my cool head? What did
you do with me that I am your slave?
My sweet, beautiful little fairy, I am
dying for you. I am all gone for
love?"
No reading for month, barometer
crippled. Then:
"Married life is not for me. When
I took you for my wife I listened only
to my heart, but since I took you I
became more and more frightened
at the time when my independent
quietness-will be at an end. I am a
man who lives for himself. I like to
be alone with my solitude and my
thoughts and I feel that in the mar
ried life I would be very unhappy."
Last reading: "I will not have any
disputes with a peasant, because you
do not understand oral speech. If
you think I will stand for any more
insolence from a stupid peasant you
are mistaken. Go back to the wash
tub. One should not start anything
with a stupid peasant. If you dare to
come near me I will throw you out."
The legal action followed. Justice
Calahan directed payment of $12 a
week pending trial.
gusts followed by icy blasts in a havoc-wreaking
torna3o--,pf affection
have just left Mrs. Margaret Gunys
seeking alimony and a separation
from Albert Guyns, civil engineer, in
the supreme court There remains in
addition to a desire to avoid further
storms a packet of letters containing
barometric readings of heart pres
sure. Mr. Gunys wrote them during
the two months encompassing the
marriage and parting.
Mrs. Gunys says that she was mar
ried Jan. 18, 1915. The sky was clear,
becoming slightly overcast toward
nightfall. Then followed an active
period of matrimonial weather, cul
minating Feb. 9 in a great drop in
temperature. The air is still frigid.
The first reading is dated by Mr.
Gunys, Nov. 15, 1915:
"My Sweet, Golden Dearest Little
Mother. My Faithful Little Bride
My dear, good little love, my loving
heart feeling lighter when I address
you a few lines. My golden star, I
would like to press you to me and
kiss you until you could hardly
breathe. My little honey pot, my lov
ing little mother, tomorrow I shall
come to see you if only for a few
minutes to suck the sweet honey
from your lips. Sweetness, you are
my whole universe. If not for you the
whole world would be empty and dead
to me. Little golden tenderness, how
shall I call you to express the heart of
my thought
"Good night, sweet queen, golden
happiness. I am your slave. Millions
of kisses from your loving and sweet
little father."
Next reading a few days later, tem
perature rising:
"I cannot go to sleep before I tell
you how dearly, purely, I love you.
I adore your sweet voice, your good
heart, your smart gait, your beauti
ful form, your prattling, sweet-sound-
Twelve years ago P. F. Rejgle of
Middle Creek, Pa., was candidate for
associate judge. He left his card with
Charles M. Ingram's daughter Edna,
telling her that he would give her one
of his sons for a husband if she would
persuade her father to -vote for him.
Last fall Mr. Ingram was candi
date for the same office and left his
card with Reigle's son Roy, promis
ing him his daughter for a wife in re
turn for his father's vote. Recently
Reigle, Jr., and Miss Ingram were
married.
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