Charely Books.

Miss O’Dare, since I left the city
I find I have changed my mind;
O pray do not deem me fickle
Or think me the least un unkind.

For I find we were both mistaken,
And that you would never want me,
So my heart has turned to another;
Miss O’Dare. I hope you w will a agree.

Please send mo the locket I gave;
My photo, too-is it fair?
And please be so kind as to free me
From that bit of a flirt, Nell O’Dare.

Please send me the ring I gave;
My letters, and also my books;
Henceforth we are strangers forever,
Respectfully yours, Charley Brooks.

I received your letter. dear Charley:
The last one you wrote to me;
I’ve read it over and over.
And of course, my friend, we’ll agree

For I’d rather you would be happy
With the pretty young heiress, Miss Grey.
Oh, Charley. I heard all about it.
And that it would end this way.

Here is your ring, dear Charley;
Don’t give it to her. I pray.
Unless you tell her it was mine once!
I had it a year today.

Only a year, dear Charley:
A bright. happy one for us both:
You swore you would never forget me.
But I find you were false to your oath.

Here are your letters. dear Charley:
I burned mine as they came,
And I hope, without reading yours over.
You’ll condemn them at once to the flame.

Now I must say good-by:
My letter is near Its end.
But remember, I’m always and always.
Forever and ever, your friend.