AUSTIN'S HAWAIIAN WEEKLY
A Message on An Egg,
HOW A SOLDIER IN CUBA GOT A HRIDE.
A charming romance has just come to light in Fort Dodge, la.
It involves the colonial policy of the United States, the Iowa hen,
an Easter egg, a pretty girl and a wedding.
The climax of the romance is the wedding of Mr. Charles Percy
H. Smith, of the United States Signal Corps, and Miss Lizzie
Gilday, of Fort Dodge.
Fort Dodge boasts itself to be a headquarters of the great egg
and poultry business. Many cars of live and dressed poultry and
thousands of dozens of eggs are shipped annually from there to the
Eastern markets. During the shipping season large forces of girls
are employed in handling eggs taken from the pickling vat.
In the A. R. Loomis egg house last year one of the young wo
men so employed was Miss Lizzie Gilday. She was very young
and pretty. It was Easter time, and although she was not sup
posed to be preparing Easter eggs, an impulse came into her head
to decorate them. She was in a romantic, daring and sentimental
mood when she picked up a large, smooth egg and wrote on it
clearly with an indelible pencil : " Lizzie Gilday, Foit Dodge, Iowa.
May this reach my true love."
The egg was placed in a case with 277 others, but how different
was it from ordinary eggs in its possibilities. It was shipped to
New York, where it stayed for a time in the cold storage warehouse
of an exporter, and then became part of a shipment ot fine fresh
eggs sent to Cuba
The benighted Cuban into whose hands it fell was puzzled by
the inscription. He did not even know the most pleasing word in
the English language. He thought the words might be some sort
of black magic that would hurt him if he swallowed them.
As the only precaution he decided to get them translated. He
took them to his acquaintance. Senor Smith, of the United States
Signal Corps, stationed at Guines. He is known as one of the
brightest young men in the service.
He read the words and looked at them long and wonderingly.
They went straight to his heart. He was feeling sad and lonely
'down there, with nothing but black and yellow people to look at.
" Look here, Senor," he said to the Cuban, " you don't want to
keep that egg any longer. It's dangerous for you. I'm the only
man who knows what to do with it."
The Cuban was only too glad to relinquish the mysteiious egg.
" I wonder what sort of a girl it is who sends her address around
like this ?" mused Mr. Smith, " I hope she is a nice, innocent
little thing. Anyhow, it wont do any harm to write her a polite
note and ask for her picture."
So he sat down and wrote the following letter, which she received
in due course :
" U. S. Signal Corps Telegraph Office,
" Guines, Cuba.
" Miss Lizzie Gilday, Fort Dodge, la. :
" I am sure you had no idea into whose hands or ti what distant
land the egg upon which you wiote your name would go. It came
with a large shipment from the United States, and was purchased
by a Cuban merchant here, who brought it to me for tianslation.
I would be very glad to have you answer this letter, as I am curi
ous to know the one who adopted so novel a method of conespon
dence. I have a camera, and had a snapshot of myself with the
egg in my hand. If you care for one of the pictuies, let me hear
from you. Very truly,
"Charles Percy H. Smith,
' Guines, Cuba."
She had almost forgotten the egg. The lettei thiilled her. It
seemed to her like a direct interposition of Piovidence to supply
her with a real romance. Photographs weie exchanged, and a
sympathetic correspondence began which tapidly became more
ardent and finally ended in an engagement. In one of his early
lettei s Mr. Smith made this statement, which indicates that he is
a young man of good common sense and seiious intentions.
"I am in the employ of the United States Signal Coips and
have charge of the office at this place. I like it lieie very much
indeed. It is a nice, healthy place, and the people ti eat you well.
They think an American is a small god. Now, please answer
this letter soon and after we get a little better acquainted, I will
write you a more interesting letter than I can now."
The later letters are of too rapturous and sacred a natuie, they
say, to be revealed to a public that contains many scoffers.
THE DIVINE DODSON.
AS HE IS.
AS HE MAKES UP.
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