Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1883-12-11
Philosophy Of Love.
from the Chicago Tribune

sis this where they edit?"
eyes, ma am" replied the horse report
er, as he looked up and discovered trinity
built young lady standing in the doorway.
'This is the exact spot where Right, envi-
roned on every side by Intellect, deals tell
ing 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 sunlight
of Reason, the editor stands ever ready, a
helmeted knight in the holy cause of JUS
tice, full panoplied, and with weapon in
couchant poise.''
''That wasn't exactly what 1 wanted to
find out about" said the young lady. 81
am going to make crazy-quilt, and man.
ma said that an editor could probably tell
Inc all about it''-and bewitching smile
illuminated the features of the fair visitor.
ffOur insane bedclothes editor, said the
horse reporter, lis not here at present, and
the rest of US naturally feel somewhat diff
dent about intruding upon the domain of
quilts which are suffering from temporary
alteration of mind and pillowshams con-
corning whose mental condition there is
doubt"
81 hardly think you understand me, sir, :"
continued the young lady. ga crazy-quilt
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 ap-
pearance."
presents what ?"
GAN outre appearance-looks rather
strange, you know"
ooh, yes; sort of dizzy looking you
mean"
"That probably expresses the idea, sir,
although not perhaps in the most choice
language. should he very glad, though,
if you could give me some information
about this matter because it is necessary
that should begin the work at once"
making this demented quilt for your
self?''
''No, sir-that is, not exactly" and a
vivid blush suffused the young lady's fea-
lures. "But want to have it done before
the 1st of January, because we won't have
any room for the frame in the other house. !"
(which other house? '
s'Why, the one THAT is, we-oh, think
you're awful" and more bushes ensued.
s'The 1st of January is not generally con-
sidered the most suspicious season of the
year for moving" said the horse reporter
"The blithe carol of the plumber, and
the low, sad wall of the man who is
trying to thaw out the water pipes with a
two-inch candle and Jug of hot water,
himself are about the only features of
prominence connected with domestic life in
Chicago at that season of the year. Why
don't you wait until May-joyous, happy
May-when the buds are bursting and the
robins, tuneful harbingers of the sweet
June days SO soon to come, are twittering
ON every bough %
''That's just what have said all along, -
replied the young lady; Efbut Charley de-
clares that he will never live in the same
house with mamma, and-now l sha'n't
say another word" and more blushing en-
sued.
'tOh," said the horse reporter, ''you're
going to be married, are you ?'
Eyes, sir. That is, Charley said-''
81 know what he said. He leaned you
up confidentially against his suspender,
and, speaking in low, tremulous tones,
asked you if you felt that you could leave
parents, brothers, sisters, fshballs on Sun
day, and all that makes at once the altar of
our affections and the joy of our lives, and
live forever more with him. And you
yanked him out of the realm of doubt so
quick that it made him his head SWIM
Isn't that 1t ?''
''Why, yes, sir-that is, said"
Certainly. You said that when girl,
standing on the threshold of womanhood
and watching with wistful eyes for the
mists 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
piness and holy content enshroud her being.
Charley then kissed you warmly about an
inch below your nose, and broke himself
the next day buying an engagement ring.
He calls at the house every night now, and
when he says to you: Myrtle, do you love
me as much this evening as you did last
Thursday afternoonT you look at
He doesn't call me Myrtle at all:' in
terrupted the young lady. "My name is
Edith
''lt's the same thing. A rose by any
name would have as many thorns. When
he asks you if you love him as much as you
did last Thursday, you climb up a little
higher on his neck and want to know how
he can ever doubt you. It's all right,
though. Be true and loving wife !;
and perhaps some day Charley will
give you quarter to spend without requir-
ing an itemized account, sworn to before a
notary, as to where such vast sum has
gone. Cherish his love as you would a
tender plant that the rude blasts of winter
would destroy. Make your whole life a
constant endeavor to promote his welfare,
but do not finish that quilt"
"Why not, sir?''