The Press., 1883-12-27
THE PHILOSOPHY OF LOVE.

'
 
 ssIs this where they edit a'' ----~
 ssYes, ma'am," replied the horse report ter. as he looked up and discovered a trim- ly-built young lady standing in the door, way. sarhis is the exact spot where Right, environed on every side by Intellect, deals telling bl ,ws 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 Z the sunlight of Reason, tAe editor stands ever ready, helmeted knight in the holy cause of Justice, fnll panophea, &nd with weapons in couchant poise.
 ssfrhat wasn't exactly what I wanted to find out about, said the young lady. Il am gong to make crazy-quilt, aud man. ma said that al editor could probably tell me al about it'-and a bewltching! smile illuniinat. a the features of the fair visitor.
 s'Our insane bedclothes ed tor, " said the horse reporter, "is not here at present, and the rest of us naturally feel somewhat diff tident about intruding upon the domain If quilts which are suffering from temporary alteration of mind and pillowshams con- .cerning whose mental condition there is doubt.''
 oI 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 because, being made of silk of different colors, it pfesents an outTe appearance.
 Presents what ?''
 r''An oastre appearance-loo 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. should be very glad, though, if you could give me some llforma' ioh about this matter, because 1t is necessary that should begin the work at olce."
 Making this demented quilt for your self? ks2 sE-sA& &@ E*
 "No, sir-that is, not exactly" and a vivid blush suffused the young lady's f a. lures. z But wa it to have it done before the first of January, because we won't have room tor the frame in the other house ?
 (Which other house ?'
 "Why, the one if-this is, we-oh. 1 think you're awful, :" aud more blnshing ensued @ E1
 'sThe first of January is not generally - considered the most suspicion, season of the year for moving said the horse re- porter. ''The blithe carol of the plumbel e and the low, sad vail of the man who is trying to thaw out the water p,pes with a two inch calldle and a jug of hot wat I, with which he will eventually inundats himself, are about the only features of prominence connected with the domestic life in Chcago ar that season of the year Way don't You wait until May-joyous happy May-when the bud are bursting, q and the robins, tuneful harbingers of tn. sweet June days so 'on to come, are twit- ting on every bough ?''
 'sThat's just what have said all along, |" replied the young lady .but Charley de- clares that he will never live in the same another word, and more blushing ensued
 'Oh," said the horse reporter, "you're xgoing to be m trried, are you ?"
 Yes, sir. That is, Charley said"
 '1 know what he said. He lean. d you up confdentially 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 home at once the altar of our affecti, ,,ns and the joy of our lives, and live forevermore with him. And you yanked him out of the realm of doubt so quick that it made his head swim Isn't that it ?''
 "Why, yes, sir--that is, I said"
 "Certainly. You said that when girl standing on the threshold of womanhood and watching with wistful eyes fer the mists of futurity to lift, Sees advancing the one man to wuom she can give her hear all her doubts and fea,s disappear as if by magic, aud she knows only that great happiness and holy content enshroud her bsing. Charley then kissed you warmly about an inch below your nos., and broke himself the +xt day buying an engage ment ring. He Ills at tfIe house ev. " night now, and when he says to you |: Myrtle, do you love me as much this evening as you did last Thursday aft r. noon?' You look at"
 ''He. dosen't call me Myrtle at all," in- terrupted the young lady. ''My name is Edith"
 1T s the same thing. A rose by any name would have as many thorns. Wh,n he asks you if you love him as much as you did last Thursday, you climb upka It. tie higher on his neck and want to know ow h. can ever doubt you. s--all right, though. Be true and loving wife, d perhaps some day Charley will give You quart to spend without requiring al. itemized account, sworn to before nota- ", as to where such vast sum has gone Cherish his love as you would tender plant that the rud blasis of winter would destroy. Make your whole life cousta. t endeavor to promote his welfare, but do not finish that quilt " IA
 "Why not, sir ?'' ,. . Because" was the reply, Git would re- call to him the happy past. "-C Chicago Tribune. . Judge Poland, representative in con- press from Varmo0t ia so, ,d tr, Ioor O ro l