I love you more than life itself, my own beautiful darling, my proud sweetheart, my joy, my all! Jealous of everybody.

Kiss your dear hands for me.

Love you only.

Thine ever.

--AYE.
Which, reflected West, was generous of Aye--at ten cents a word--and in striking contrast to the penurious lover who wrote, farther along in the column: -- loveu dearly; wantocu; longing; missu-- But those extremely personal notices ran not alone to love.