LIFE NIGHTMARES

lled her Teresa. She was a tallish, powerfully built brunette with black bushy eyebrows and a large coarse face as if carved out by hatchet. The best gleam of her dark eyes, her thick

ace was confused and supplicatory. It was a very unusual sort of face for her. "Sir, I want to beg a favor of you. Will you grant it me." I layed there silent and thought to myself. "Gracious courage, my boy. I want to send a letter home. That's what it is." She said. Her voice was beseeching, soft and timid. I thought, but up I jumped sat down at my table. Took a sheet of paper and said. "Come here, sit down and dictate." She came sat down very gingerly on a chair and looked at me with a guilty look. " Well, to whom do you want to write to.?" " To my brother." "Well, fire away." I said. " My dear Bowls. My darling, my faithful lover may the mother of God protect yo there. With heart of gold, I write to you even if I have not written for such a long time to you, I have sorrowing little love to you." She started dictating. I narrowly bursted out laughing a sorrowing little dove more than 5 feet high with fists, a stone and more in weight and as black a face as if the little dove ha