The Baltimore County union., 1883-12-08
THE PHILOSOPHY OF LOVE.
Froa The Chicago Tribune.
is this where they edit?'

porter rs he looked up and discovered
trinity 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 OPP
preston. Armed with the lances oi
Thought that glisten brightly in the
sunlight OF Reason, the editor stands
ever ready, helmeted knight in the
holy cause Of Justice, full panoplied,
and with weapon in couchont poisc.'
That wasn't exactly what | wanted
to find out about, said the young lady.
Il am going to make crazy-quilt, and
mamma said that ain editor could proba-
bly, tell me all about it'-and a be.
witching smile illuminated the features
of the fair visitor.
Our insane bedclothes editor said
the horse reporter, SIS not here at
present, and the rest Of us naturally
feel somewhat diflident, about intrud-
ing upon the domain Of quilts which
are suffering from temporary alteration
OF mind and piliowshams concerning
whose mental condition there is doubt.
4 hardly think you understand me.
sir, continued the young lady. a
crazy-quilt isn't really and truly crazy,
you know-it is simply called so be-
cause, being made OF silk of different
colors, it presents an 0nfjt appearance. "
Presents 4 what1'
.tDly.. raeh,r
strange, you know
ooh, yes; sort Of dizzy looking you
mean
THAT probably expresses the idea,
sir, although no, perhaps in the most
choice language. lshould be eryglad
though, il you could give me some in
formation about this matter. because it
is necessary that should begin the
work at once
Making this demcn,cd quilt for
yourself?'
NO, sir-ihat is, no, exactly and
vivid blush sufi'used the young lady's
features. But | want to have it done
before the Ist of January, because we
won't have any room for the frame in
the other house.
(Which other house p
'Why, the one IEthat is, we--oh,
think you're awful, and more blushes
cnsucd.
"rhc Ist Of January is not generally
considered the most auspicious season
of the year for moving said the horse
reporter. "The bliihe carol of the
plumber and the low, sad wall Of the
man who is trying to thaw out the
wafer pipes with two.inch candle and
jug Of hot water, with which he will
eventually inundo,e himself, are about
the only features Of prominence con.
nected with domestic life in Chicago al
that season of the year. Why dom
you wait until May-joyous, happ,
May--when the buds are bursting anC
the robins, tuneful harbingers Of thu
sweet June days so soon to come, are
twittering on every bough ?
That's just what | have said al
along replied the young lady; "bu,
Charley declares that he will never live
in the same house with mamma, and
now | sha'n't say another word,' anC
more blushing cnsucd.
ooh, said the horse reporter, you're
going to be married, are you1'
YES sir. That is, Charley said
Il know what he said. He leancd
you up coniiientially against his sus
pender, and, speaking in low, tremu
lous tones, asked you il you felt thai
you could leave parents, brothers, sis
ter, fishballs on Sunday, and all tha
makes home at once the altar Of ou
affections and the joy Of our lives, ano
live forevermore with him. And yot
yankcd him out Of the realm OF doub
so quick that it made his head SWIM
Isn't that it?'
'Why, yes, sir-that is, said
Certainly. You said that when :
girl, standing on the threshold of wo
manhood and watching with wistfu
eyes for the mis,s Of futurity to lift
sees advancing the one man to whom
she can give her heart, all her doubts
and fears disappear as If by magic
and she knows only that great hap
pincss and holy content epshroud he
being. Charley then kissed you warm
ly about an inch below your nose, an,
broke himself the next day buying al
engagement ring. He calls at th'
house every night now, and when h
says to you: Myrtle, do you love mt
rs much this evening as you did Jas
Thursday afternoon you look at
'He doesn't call me Myrtle at all,
interrupted the young lady. MY nam
is Edith
Its the same thing. a rose by an,
name would have as many thorns.-
When he asks you il you love him n
much as you did last Thursday, yol
climb up little higher on his necl
and want to know how he can eve
doubt you. It's all right, though
BE true and loving wife, and pcrhap
some day Charley will give you quar-
ter to spend without requiring an item
lied account, sworn to before a notary
as to where such vast SUN has gone
Cherish his love as you would tende
plant that the rude blasts Of winte
would destroy. Make your whole lif
a constant endeavor to promote his wei
fare, but do not finish that quilt.
'Why not, sirl'
Because was the reply, 'it woul'
recall to him the happy past.
psS-Thc seven Sutherland sisters
now living in st. Louis, have reason I,