_HIS ANSWER--Half-title_ 35 _I should write what he runs off his tongue. (In color)_ 37 _Being asked by an intimate party_ 39 _That with you, Miss, he "challenges Fate"_ 41 _Though the claim not, at date, paying wages_ 43 _And the rose that you gave him. (In color)_ 45 _Is frequent and painful and free_ 47 _Imparts but small ease to the style_ 49 _In this green laurel spray that he treasures_ 51 _But he lies there quite peaceful and pensive_ 53 _For I have a small favor to ask you_ 55 _Here's my pile; which it's six hundred dollars_ 57 _HER LAST LETTER--Half-title_ 59 _That you last wrote the 4th of December_ 61 _And you're not to be found in the ditches. (In color)_ 63 _From this spot, that you said was the fairest_ 65 _To London, when Pa wired, "Stop"_ 67 _And as to the stories you've heard_ 69 _Whose father sold clothes on the Bar_ 71 _With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop. (In color)_ 73 _To find myself here, all alone_ 75 _Ah! gone is the old necromancy_ 77 _And you called the place Eden, you know. (In color)_ 79 _And the copse where you once tied my shoe-knot_ 81 _There's the rustle of silk on the sidewalk_ 83 _But there's still the "lap, lap" of the river. (In color)_ 85 _There's a lot that remains which one fancies_ 87 _He thinks he may find you_ 89 _And good-night to the cañon that answers_ 91 _I've just got your note. You deceiver!_ 93 _Now I know why they had me transferred here. (In color)_ 95 _How dared you get rich--you great stupid!_ 97 _The man who shot Sandy McGee You made mayor!_ 99 _Tailpiece_ 100 _All the headpieces and other decorations are from Mr. Keller's designs._ [Illustration] HER LETTER I'M sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the dance, In a robe even _you_ would admire,-- It cost a cool thousand in France; I'm be-diamonded out of all reason, My hair is done up in a cue: In short, sir, "the belle of the season" Is wasting an hour upon you. [Illustration: _In short, sir, "the belle of the season" Is wasting an hour upon you_]