Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-08-23

u lonser--I love you. wiz you be n
uifeT
What forss
Because I I've you madly, desperatel
can't live VT, you"
rs that what you cal p ,etryT
mo, no; it Is the soltma truth"
"0h, no, it is not. You can live yer
well without me. Of course | am q goo
cook, but you can find others"
"0h, why win you not understand me ?
Il can not, Mr.. Cottle / can compr'
beEd why you should wish TO marry m,
but you do not seem to comprehend it you
self. lam the best cook in Noesis, and q
the young men are striving to get me for life
but you do not seem to care anything abou
that, and insist on talking nonsense abou
my face. / can not discover any reaso
Why | should want you. If you were
great scientist, you might have some claim
but all you can do is to write that jinginl
nonsense which you call poetry. We don
marry men in Noesis for such causes q
tiaf.'
"Tbei. you refuse?'
"Of course
Cottle walked in silence by her side unit
they bad reached her dwelling. He coulC
Lot comprehend her utter want Of sentiment
nor could she find any solution for his poetry
AT the door be turned to her once more anC
Eai6:
Miss Green, is there no hope for me%
Il am afraid no" she answered, "a
leDg as you cling TO poetry"
Then farewell
He turned upon his heel and left her
The light had gone out Of his life, and h'
bitterly lamented the day he hsd fret seer
the town of NOesis Stunned by the blow
which had Just fallen upon him, he wander
ed mot knowing whittier he went, far beyond
the limits of the town. Out into the soft
green fields be went like one berett of sense
The sweet scent Of the clover blossoms, anC
the twittering of the birds and the soft muir
mur of the wind among the boughs OF tht
tree smose upon his senses. not with tht
JOYOUS melody OF old. but with new ring o
pain. The voices of nature failed to speaE
to him as they had done in days gone BY
Yet the soothing inbusuce of solitude anC
beauty could not altogether be lost upor
him.
What, he meditated, would the worlc
be without sentiment and poetry? Could
me live without themT
Then he smiled as he thought of thu
vanity of his inquiry. Men live withou
them in Noesis, aud women too. Aud they
appeared to be healthy aud happy. Coult
he bring himself to such a state OF mind
Could he dissect the tender fancies of poetry
with the cruel scalpel of fsct2 Could ht
aralyze an idea as uypstia had done wher
he quoted to her, Roll on, thou deep anC
dark blue ocean, rollY'
What is the USE she asked, "of telling
the ocean to roll on2 Of course it will rol
on. 1t always has rolled on, and will con
true to do so until its waters are evaporat
ed by the heat of the sun Ten thousand
fleets sweep over thee in vain. What non
sense! Of course they sweep over 1t II
vain They couldn't possibly dc tbs o2ear
any harm, could they? Now if your poe
had stated the fact that each ship immersed
IN the dark blue ocesn- which ever!
chemist knows is green-lost a portion o
,ts weight equal TO the weight Of liqaid dis
placed, he would have said something ssn
sible
As these thoughts were coursing through
Cot,lt's heated AID beWildered braip, 10 tn,
midst Of the beautiful fields, he came upor
the only thing needed to drive him to ute
distraction-s class OF girls from the Noesi
High School engaged in the practical stud.
of botasy.
"MoDooctyledou monooctyledono1sH
That was what the girls were chanting il
q nasal chorus.
Enough enough shrieked CO.tle, a
he rushed away.
His brain WAS in mad whirl and TIL
blood wss coursiug through his veins like
torrent of fire. Across the country he rushe'
ike a maniac, never psusing III be reached
tie door Ct rs lodging house He spranG
ny, ;,sirs three steps at q time and dash
ed into his room. In the solitary momen
of consciousnC IS that remained there tlosteC
through his mind the dim remebrance OF
stanza written by poet whom he lovet
ard initiated:
We had grown as gods, as the gods above,
Filled from the heart 10 the lips with love,
Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his Viugs
o love, my love, had you loved but me-
Ard then the four walls of his room fade
away, ard another moment Alfred Swim
burne Cottle had fallen prone upon the floor
His good landlsdy, running up st the sount
of the fsll, found him there, laughing wildly
Physicians were summoned in hot haste
and shook their heads ominously as the
muttered, brain fever.