Letter
from Quincy P. Morris
to Hon. Arthur Holmwood25 May My dear
Art, We've told yarns by the campfire in the prairies, and dressed one another's
wounds after trying a landing at the Marquesas, and drunk healths on the shore
of Titicaca. There are more yarns to be told, and other wounds to be healed, and
another health to be drunk. Won't you let this be at my campfire tomorrow night?
I have no hesitation in asking you, as I know a certain lady is engaged to a certain
dinner party, and that you are free. There will only be one other, our old pal
at the Korea, Jack Seward. He's coming, too, and we both want to mingle our weeps
over the wine cup, and to drink a health with all our hearts to the happiest man
in all the wide world, who has won the noblest heart that God has made and best
worth winning. We promise you a hearty welcome, and a loving greeting, and a health
as true as your own right hand. We shall both swear to leave you at home if you
drink too deep to a certain pair of eyes. Come! Yours, as ever and always,
Quincey P. Morris |
