Weekly Trinity journal., 1869-05-01
NUMBER II.
A Genuine Love story,

On the whole, pleasant trains and characters
are not common in the cars. This opinion ex :
pressed to my friend Summers the other night
l was escorting home the lonely Charlotte
D-,'to whom at the time was quite devoted.
Charlotte could scarcely find room to spread her
criDoline and arrange her yoluminous founces.
stood up near her there being no vacant seat
After few minutes, there came in poor
woman, who deposited basket Of clothes on
the first platform, and held in her arms small
child while little girl hung TO her dress. She
looked tired and weary, but there was no vacant
seat to be sure, Charlotte might have con-
densed her hounees but she did not. Besides
her, however, sat a very lovely and elegant
young woman, who seemed by moving down
closer to others, to make space enough for the
stranger between herself and Miss D. At
last she succeeded and with the sweetest blush
ever saw, and invited the poor woman to be
seated. Charlotte D, drew her drapery
around her and bushed too but it was not n
pretty blush at all, and she looked annoyed at
the proximity of the new conner, who was how
ever cleanly and decently, though thinly clad
The unknown drew her little girl upon
her lap, and wrapped her velvet mantle around
the half clad form, and put her muf over the
half-frozen little blue hands. So great the
crowd that | alone seemed TO observe. The
child shivered--the keen wind from the door
blew on her unprotected neck. saw the young
lady quietly draw from under her cloak little
woolen shawl, which she softly put on the shoul-
ders of the little one ; the mother looked in con-
fused wonder. After short time she arose to
leave the cars, and would have removed the
shawl, but the unknown gently whispered
"No keep it for her" The woman did not
answer the conductor hurried her out but her
eyes swan with tears. | noticed her rs she de-
scended to the basement, and hastily marked the
house. Soon after, my unknown rose to depart.
was in despair, for wanted to follow and dis
cover her residence, but could not leave Miss
D. How glad, then, was too see her
bowing, she passed, to o mutual acquaint-
ance, who standing in the doorway. From
him many minutes learned her home and
address.
To shorten the story as much as possible, the
lady is now my wife. In the small incident
which introduced her to me she showed her real
character. few days after our marriage
showed her the blessed crimson shawl, which
redeemed from the owner and kept as me-
mento. There ere sometimes pleasant things to
be found in unexpected places certainly may
be said TO have picked out my wife in the cars.
MAY-BE-So-MAY-BE-No - These things are
said by somebody, they ere true in some cases
not in others:
Women ike men who hatter them, but love
those who despise them. Every man, by fhe
general law, loves all women; all women love
one man. Men arc by nature polygamists.
Magnificent lovers make wretched husbands, ex-
cellent husbands the worst of lovers. Women
become attached to men not for what men do for
them, but what they can do for men. Gratitude
paves the way to their esteem but selfishness
opens the way to their love. The smallest ten
derness out-weghs with woman the greatest
sacrifice; she would forget the hero who would
die in her behalf for the mere gallant who would
give caresses and nothing more. When women's
hearts are touched they are kinded the merest
dowdy then becomes the sister Of the proudest
duchess Women desire to love primarily, and
men to be beloved hence women doze and men
analize the objects Of affection. If woman
will not love you make her hate you and she is
half yours, for hate is too unnatural to her to
last and its first rebound is tenderness, the Sec
ond passion. Men never love women whom they
90 not, and women never love men whom they
do, understand "Fo7ever," in the rhetoric of
woman's affections is sentimental hypcrbole,
meaning period OF exactly two months