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It Like to Broke My Heart £f>9
Melrose business and he would see what he could do. He wrote
me from Washington that they had found a few good fighters, but they wouldn't keep training, drank all the time, and so
that went flop and he didn't know what he would do next. 1 didn't hear from Jelly for almost two years, but I finally located him in Washington and he began writing. . . .
Jelly Rolfs penciled notes to Mabel show how the Depression had cracked his confidence. He figured it wTas every one for himself in this cold midnight period. It seems pretty clear, too, that he was trying to break it off with Mabel. Once she found him? however, and like a good Catholic Creole, clave to him, refusing to recognize his twTo years5 desertion, sentimental Jelly Roll could not bring himself to speak of an open break. Instead, he WTote in a tender and conciliatory tone, apologizing for his non-support. , . .
Washington, D. C.
Jan. 4, 1987 My Darling Wife:
I received your letter and will say that things have surely runned rotten for you, but we all think we have the toughest break. Of course, it could be worse, but it is plenty bad. Have patience and know we will come out all right. 1 did not want to write you until I had something to send you. I feel sure we will be able to go home for Mardi Gras. Don t worry. Yours as ever.
Rut when the brass bands swung out their hot marches and the Jazz Rabies did their Rasin Street grinds and the Indians played their ancient drama in the New Orleans Mardi Gras, Jelly Roll and Mrs. Morton were not looking on: the middle of February found Jelly still toughing it out in Washington, still trying. . . .