It’s a mystery who sent this love letter to my great-grandmother, circa 1904-1908, but she did seem to have several suitors. I can say it was hand-delivered, but other than that, the person did a pretty good job hiding his identity. She married my great grandfather, Clarence P. Duck, in January 1909.
Dear Mary: –
Will you kindly answer those letters. And oblige me.
“Sweet Mary, come and take my hand
And hold it close and kiss my cheek;
The tide is crawling up the sand–
O/Mary, sweetest sister, speak.
“And say my fears are all untrue,
And say my heart has boded wrong–
How slow the light fades—never grew
A twilight half nor half so long.