looking brick house with a brick before it and a space of grass on one side never did place seem more charming i stared at it as one might at a shrine here at last was the temporary home of my beloved and she was within i knocked and an attractive slip of a girl her niece as i learned answered i was shown into a long darkened parlor after giving me time to weigh the taste and of her relatives according to my standards she arrived the beloved the beautiful in view of many later things it seems that here at least i might attempt to do her full justice she seemed exquisite to me then a trim agreeable of a girl with a lovely oval face red hair and after the fashion of a greek head a book about myself a clear pink long narrow eyes delicate hands a perfect figure small feet there was something of the wood or water about her a seeking in her eyes a breath of wild winds in her hair a glory to her mouth and yet she was so obviously a simple and inexperienced country girl caught firm and fast in american religious and traditions and with no hint in her mind of all the wild mad ways of the world sometimes i have grieved that she ever met me or that i so little understood myself as to have sought her out i first saw her after this long time framed in a white doorway and she made a fascinating picture here as in she seemed shy innocent questioning as one who might fly at the first sound i gazed in admiration despite a certain something in her letters which had indirectly assured me of her affection or her desire for mine still she held aloof extending a cool hand and asking me to sit down smiling tenderly and graciously i felt odd out of place and yet wonderfully drawn to her passionately interested what followed by way of conversation i cannot remember now � talk of the fair i suppose some of those we had known her summer mine she took my roses and pinned some of them on placing the rest in a jar there was a piano here and after a time she consented to play in a moment it seemed it was twelve thirty and i had to go i walked on air it seemed to me that i had never seen any one more beautiful � and i doubt now that i had there was no reason to be applied to the thing it was plain a burning desire for her if i had lost her then and there or any time within a year thereafter i should have deemed it the most amazing affair of my life i returned to the office and took some which i cut short at three thirty in order to get back to the opera house to sit beside her the play was an irish love drama with the singing in the title r e with her beside me i thought it perfect love i ah when the performance was ended i was ready a book about myself to weep over the beauty of life outside we the crowds the carriages the sense of and show in the air a ice cream and store was crowded to young girls of the better families like bees because of my poverty and station i felt depressed at the same time pretending to a station which i felt to be most unreal the mixture of ambition and uncertainty pride a gay in the air added to the need to return to conventional toil � how tortured me nothing surprises me now more than my driving emotions all through this period i was as one possessed we parted at a street car � when i wanted a carriage we met at her aunt s home at eight thirty because i saw an opportunity of deliberately an in this simple parlor i dreamed the wildest the most fantastic dreams she was the be all and the end all of my existence now i must work for her wait for her succeed for her her piano seemed perfect her voice ideal never was such beauty such color st louis took on a which it had never before possessed if only this love affair could have gone on to a swift it would have been perfect blinding but all the traditions of a conventional and region were in tiie way love as it is in most places and despite its blaze was a slow process there must be many such visits i knew before i could even place an arm about her i was to be permitted to take her to church to the a occasionally but nothing more the next morning i went to with her the next afternoon work kept me from her but that night i and stayed with her until eleven the next morning since she had to catch an early train for i slept late but during the next two weeks she could not come oftener having to spend one sunday with her folks as she referred to them i poured forth ray amazement and delight on of thin paper i wonder now where th are once there was a trunk f a book about perhaps the most effect of this sudden fierce passion was the heightened color it lent to everything never before had i realized so clearly the charm of life as e its wondrous singing its intense appeal i remember witnessing a hanging about this time standing beside the murderer when the trap was sprang and being to death yet when i returned to the and there was a letter from her � the world was perfect once more no evil or pain in it i followed up the horrors of a political catastrophe in which a city 