Time, who cheated me so long,
Kept me waiting mid life's snows,
I forgive and forget your wrong:
Polly comes with the wedding clothes.
Winter's lonely sky is gone,
July blazes with the rose,
All the world looks smiling on
At Polly in her wedding clothes.
BENJAMIN DOOLITTLE TO BEVERLEY SANDS
[A hurried letter by messenger]
July 10, 1912.
Polly reached New York two days ago. I went up that night. She had gone out—alone. She did not return that night. I found this out when I went up yesterday morning and asked for her. She has not been there since she left. They know nothing about her. I have telegraphed Louisville. They have sent me no word. Come down at once.
BEN.
BEVERLEY SANDS TO BEN DOOLITTLE
[Hurried letter by messenger]
July 10, 1912.