The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1883-12-09
THE PHILOSOPHY OF LOVE.
They Will Marry at New Years.
Is this where they editY-

lis this where they edit?''
"Yes. MAN," said the man who reports
conventions and mass meetings where
they nominate mayor and councilmen by
acclamation and otherwise, rs he looked
up and discovered a trimly-built young
lady standing in the doorway. This is
the exact spot where Right, environed ON
every side by Intellect, deals telling blows
against Wrong and Injustice. clad though
they be in the garments of Might and
Oppression. Armed with the lances of
Thought that glisten brightly In the sun
light OF Reason, the editor stands ever
ready, helmeted knight III the holy
cause of Justice, fully panOplied, and
with weapon in couchant poise.'
That wasn't exactly what wanted to
find out about said the young lady. y
am going TO make craZy-quilt, ard
mamma said that an editor could prob
ably tell me all about it''-and bewitch-
ing smile illuminated the features of the
faIr visitor.
"Our insane be1-clothes editor" said
the political reporter, lis not here at
prest Mt, and the rest of Us naturally feel
somewhat diffident about intruding
upon the domain of quilts which are
suffering from temporary alteration Of
mind and pillOwshans concerning whose
mental condition there isdOu5t.'
II hardly think you understand me,
sir" continued the young lady. "A
crazy-quit isn't really and truly crazy,
You know-it Is simply called SO because,
being made of silk of different colors it
presents an outre appearance.
sspreGanfS "A xrhatr--
AN outre appearance-lOokS rather
strange, you know"
''Oh. yes; sort Of dizzy looking, yoU
mean"
That probably expresses the idea, sir.
although not perhaps in the most choice
language. l should be very glad, though,
If you could give me some information
about this matter, because IL Is necessary
that | should begin the work at once.
Making this demented quilt for your-
selfg''
''No, sir-that is, not exactly" and a
vivid blush suffused the young lady's
features. But want To- have il done by
the LIST of January, because We won't
have any room for the frame III the other
house"
Which other house!'
why, the one THAT is, we-Oh. |
think you're awful, and more bushes
ensued.
''The 1st of January is not generally
considered the most auspicious season of
the year for moving" said the political
reporter. The blithe carol of the New
Years caller, and the low. sad wall of the
man who Is buying twine and hiring
knitters for next season, are about the
only features of prominence connected
with domestic life in Astoria at that sea-
son of the year. Why don't you wait
until May-jOyous, happy May-wher
the Columbia sparkles to the sea and it.
smooth service is dotted with white
sailed fishing boats. catching the festive
Chinook salmon?"
That's Just what / have said all
along" replied the young lady; but Char
ley declares that he Will never live IN the
same house with mamma, and-now
shan't say another word" and more
blushing ensued.
:'Oh," said the political reporter
you're going to be married, are your
Yes, sir. That is, Charley said
Il know what he said. He leaned yOJ
up confidentially against his suspender
and, speaking In low, tremulous tones,
asked you if you felt that you could leave
parents, brothers, sisters, custard on Sun
day, and all that makes home at once the
altar of our affections and the JOY of Oul
lives, and live forever more with him
And you yanked him out of the realm oi
doubt so quick that ii made his heaC
swim. Isn't that it!"
''Why, yes, sir-that Is, said"
Certainly. You said that when a girl
standing on the threshold of wOmanhOoC
and watching with wistful ewes for tn,
mists of futurity to lift, sees advancing
the one man to whom she can give he
/ heart, all her doubts and fears disappea
as if by magic, and she knows that onl,
a great happiness and holy content en-
shroud her being. Charley then kisse'
you warmly about an inch below you
nose, and broke himself next day buyinI
an engagement ring. He calls at th
house every night now, and when h
says 10 you: Myrtle, do you love me a
much this evening as You did last Thurs
| day afternoonP you look at"
He doesn't call me Myrtle at all" in
terrupted the young lady. My nam
! is"
Its the same thing. A rose by an
name would have as many thorns. Whel
he asks you if you love him as much a
you did last Thursday. YOU climb up
little higher on his neck and want t
know how he can ever doubt you. It
all right, though. Be true and lOyin
wife, and perhaps some day Charley vii
give You quarter to spend without r
quiring an itemiZed account, sworn to bC
fore a notary, as to where such vas
sum has gone. Cherish his love as yo
would tender plant that the rude blast
of winter would destroy. Make you
whole life a constant endeayOr to prC
mote his welfare, but do not finish tina
quilt"
Why not, sir!''
Because" was the reply, lit woul
recall TO him the happy past"